#natasha romanova angst

[midgardianweasley]

hey can you write a fic where reader is tony daughter but was neglected to them as a child so they grew and had no contact with tony and join the military at some point joints the avengers and starts a relationship with nat while tony realises his mistake and tries to make it up ot them

Struggle with love.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader (Romantic)

Tony Stark x fem!reader (father/daughter)

Summary: Tony hadn’t been the most attentive father to his daughter, Y/N. He realises his mistake many years later when Y/N explains it all to her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. Tony might need her help if he wants to make amends with his daughter.

Warnings: Emotional Neglect, difficult father/daughter relationship.

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Thank you for the request lovely!! honestly not the most confident with this one, but, posting anyways<33 Requests are open:)

‘Tony Stark lives to fight another day, the world thanks you Iron man!’

You threw the newspaper down onto the pile of others that had gathered on your dining table, all of them with the same front cover. 

Your father, in the almost identical suit you remember him wearing when you were a child. Unlike the majority of Earth’s population, you’d grown to resent the piece of metal, it plagued the relationship you had with your dad, or the relationship that you could’ve had with him and while everyone thanked him, praised him, bent over backwards to accommodate him and his needs, you simply wanted nothing to do with it. 

So, you left home, changed your last name to your mothers, Potts, and cut contact with your father. She wasn’t happy with your decisions, however she couldn’t help but understand. She knew that Tony wasn’t the most attentive father, he often misjudged his priorities, she’d hoped that with a child in their life, things would be different, but you fell through the cracks much like everything else. Your friends would talk in the playground about going to the beach with their dad last weekend and getting their favourite ice cream, and you’d stay quiet, knowing that your dad had kicked you out of his bedroom and asked Happy if he could ‘deal with the kid’ so he could focus on developing some new suit tech.

It did hurt you, even when you moved. Even when you were sitting in your apartment and everything was designed exactly how you liked. Even when you were able to come and go as you please. Even when your time was your own. But you realised that these weren’t achievements for you, it wasn’t anything different. How could it be an achievement when it was all you’d known? The only change now was that you didn’t have your mother or Happy to keep you company. 

Your ‘newfound freedom’ was really just loneliness.

When you told your mother your plans starting in the next few months, it’s safe to say that she wasn’t best pleased. Joining the military was never really in your big life plans, you guess it was always assumed that you’d follow in Tony’s footsteps and be the next in line of starks to revolutionise technology. 

Maybe the military was an act of rebellion, maybe it was to try and get your dad's attention, possibly even some respect. If that was the goal, it didn’t get very far considering his response was “uh huh, that’s nice honey, come look at this new upgrade I got for JARVIS.” You weren’t there, but you could hear it through the phone, followed by Pepper’s disappointed sigh and saying that she had to go, but that you’d both talk soon.

Which brings you to current day.

______________________________

You were back at base, just coming back from your last Government mission with your partner that you’d grown to be pretty close to, James Rhodes. Well, Colonel Rhodes if anyone else is around. He’s had his own fair share of trying to find some common ground, his main attempts being aimed towards the fact you both know Tony Stark, though you quickly shut it down, changing the subject onto something a little more bearable. He hadn’t tried since. 

“God, I need a shower.” You mumbled, walking side by side with Rhodes, trying to dust yourself off of whatever dirt you’d managed to cover yourself in this time, not that you had any success with it. 

“Yeah? I’ve been stuck in a hunk of metal this entire time, do you know how hot those suits are?” 

“Maybe you should ask if they can install some Air Conditioning next time you hand in the suit.” You laughed, elbowing him playfully, but he acted as if you’d punched him in the ribs.

“You wounded me!”

“You’re such a baby, how on earth have you stayed in a job?” You joked, your smile only growing when you catch on to his reactions.

“Did you not read our anti-bullying policy Potts?”

“I must’ve skipped that page, my apologies.” 

He looked as though he was about to make another comeback, but he appeared distracted as he drew his gaze away from you and towards the group of armed, what looked to be agents, speaking to the General up ahead.

“Well this doesn’t look good.” 

You were confused by this response, is it bad that they’re here? Did he know them?

Still, you continued walking towards them, following Rhode’s lead until you both stood right next to these agents. You scanned them, trying to see if there was anything you recognised, but all you gathered was that most of these people were men. Except one. 

There was one woman among them, she had red wavy hair that flowed down past her shoulders, bright green eyes and a smirk plastered on her face. Obviously not forgetting the gun strapped to her thigh in her black skin tight suit. She glanced at you briefly, probably amused at how dirty you looked, but not in a malicious way, more so in a teasing manner. Well, you hoped so anyways, this wasn’t the first impression you preferred to make on others, especially those who looked so beautiful, even in their uniform.

The General held his arm out towards you and Rhodes, clearly trying to mask his slight cringe at our appearance, though to be fair, if you’d known there’d be guests to impress, you definitely would’ve gone for that shower beforehand. 

“These are two of our finest. I’m sure you’re familiar with Rhodes.”

“Ah yes, you’re the one who flies one of Stark's suits, right?” One of the agents asked. 

It would be impolite, and would get you in more trouble than what it’s worth, but you did have to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. Of course they’re familiar with Tony. 

You caught the redhead agent looking at you with curiosity, and you wondered if she noticed your change in demeanour. You did try to hide it, but who knows how transparent you are when it comes to him. You gave her a slight smile, which seemed to work as she gave a small smile in return, focusing back on what was being said. 

“And this is Potts. She’s our best fighter, very good at what she does.” 

You held back a proud smile, not wanting to come across as gloating, but you couldn’t help it when you caught the agent looking at you again and noticed that she winked at you, seeming impressed with the compliment you received. 

“Looks like they’ve been working pretty hard, General.”

You turned to Rhodey, both of you nodding, proud of yourselves for being noticed for your work. Not that you guys seeked the praise, but it was appreciated, especially when coming from your superior. 

Or it could be fixing some unresolved issues from your childhood, but you choose to ignore that technicality, should it be true. In all honesty, you’re just glad they didn’t question your name.

“Always, they’re my top recommendations if you’re looking for new recruits. They’re the best.”

New recruits? Recommended? 

“Sorry to interrupt, General, Agents, but what are we being recruited for?” You spoke,  confusion laced in your tone.

“Right, sorry Potts. These are agents who work for S.H.I.E.L.D. Their director sent them to enquire about an initiative that they need some new recruits for.”

“Initiative?”

“We’ll explain more on the jet.”

They responded, shaking hands with the General and walking away towards this huge, modern jet that you assumed was theirs. Both you and Rhodes followed closely behind, not questioning the decision.

“I guess we’re not getting that shower Rhodey.”

“Well if the smell gets too much, I’m sure they won’t mind if we just throw you out.” 

You scoffed, hitting him in the shoulder, but not enough to actually move him.

“If you throw me out, I’m taking you down with me.”

“Good thing I've got a suit that’ll let me fly.” He joked.

If only he knew the trouble that suit created and what it destroyed. 

You all clambered onto the jet, sitting in the seats that were scattered along the sides as your new favourite agent slipped into one of the driver seats.

“Hope you guys are buckled up.’ She spoke, still facing forwards and adjusting her headset. “Don’t want to lose our ‘best fighter’” You knew that was directed at you, which would explain the heat that rushed to your cheeks. 

You had no idea what was coming, but if she was involved, you knew it was going to be fun.

__________________________________

“This is not fun! I’m not enjoying this anymore!”

“Don’t worry Miss Potts, i’m on my way” Your teammate, Thor spoke through the comms. 

“You have a flying hammer, please can you be here a little faster?” You huffed, trying to fight off the huge crowd of aliens that had gathered around you. Before you knew it, there was a loud crackling sound followed by white/blue light that made the entire crowd fall to the ground.

“Y/N?  You okay? Anyone got eyes on Y/N?” A rushed voice came through which you easily recognised as your girlfriend of ten months.

“Nat, I’m okay, Thor did his cool lightning trick and I'm no longer at risk of death by aliens.” 

“That’d be a cool way to die.” Another voice came through. One you hadn’t planned on hearing again, but, it’s funny how life just happens, isn’t it?

“Right well I'll keep that in mind next time, maybe I’ll just let them attack me for you to have a ‘cool’ story to tell at one of your parties shall I stark?” 

“Guys-”

“That’s not what I meant” He replied, the blasts from his suit being heard in the background.

“I’m sure you didn’t. You seem to say that a lot.”

“Guys! We’re clear on this end. Can everyone on the field do a ground check to grab any stragglers?” Natasha chimed in again, all too familiar with the arguments that you and Tony have on these team missions. 

Things were okay in the beginning, the missions you went on often did not require the entire team, it was usually you and Natasha, occasionally Steve joined, but he had recently been occupied with training and fighting with his new friend, Sam Wilson. So it had gone back to you and Natasha, except this one. This was a large fight, so we needed all hands on deck. It wasn’t your first time fighting alongside dear old dad, but it never made it any easier. 

You tried to cover it up with quips and indirect comments that he knew were aimed towards him, but the hurt you felt as a child hadn’t changed. It still felt as painful now as it did back then. You tried to find some comfort in knowing that his suits were being used to protect and fight evil, surely that made it worth it? But you couldn’t help but feel that it only made it worse. He was still all about his suits. He hadn’t made an effort for all these years, but he’d managed to upgrade his tech and battle enemies and gain the title of ‘Avenger.’

All of that, and he never had time for his child.

“All clear.”

“We’re clear up here too.” Barton responded to Steve. 

“Right guys, we’re good. Everyone come back to the quinjet and we’ll get home.”

Home. They mean Stark Tower. The furthest thing from home from where you were standing. But weren’t about to make that comment. You were too tired. All you wanted was to climb into your clean bed, with clean pyjamas and cuddle up to your girlfriend. 

You flew back in silence as usual, everyone just needing a breather to recover from the intense mission. You normally found some peace in the silence, but today, it only seemed to bring more noise than ever. You always tried to avoid walking down memory lane, that’s why you often enjoyed the missions, it never left you any time to be alone with your thoughts.

You liked being part of a team, you liked being part of something big. But, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. There wasn’t an obvious reason for it, you were just as good a fighter, you got along with mostly everyone, things should be fine. 

Except Tony. 

Natasha had tried to help you settle in, you didn’t tell her much about your relationship with your father, but she knew that it wasn’t good. She knew that it had some long term effects on you and how you responded to others, mainly when they showed affection. 

Anytime Nat would compliment your appearance, you’d simply refuse to accept it, or if she tried to do things for you, be there for you, you’d shut her out. It was like you couldn’t fathom that someone cared for you. She told you all the time that you were her favourite person and that she loves you more than anything, and all you could say was “Isn’t that Clint? Or Yelena?”. You always thought there was someone else, and it broke her heart that you didn’t feel you could trust her word. For the most part, she understood, but the sting would still be there.

She’d been sitting across from you in the jet, her eyes never leaving your figure, noticing how you’d isolated yourself from everyone else, your mind clearly elsewhere, and not in a ‘unwind from the stress’ sort of way. If anything, you looked more stressed now than before. 

So, she decided that she couldn’t just observe from a distance anymore, and made her way over to the seat next to you. Everyone else had sat towards the front of the jet, but you and Natasha stayed towards the back, it was quieter that way. You saw a shadow sit themselves down beside you in the corner of your eye, smiling when you saw who it was.

“Hi sweetheart” Natasha spoke quietly

“Hey Nat. Everything okay?” 

“Of course, I just wanted to sit with my girl. That okay?”

“More than.” You replied, shuffling closer to lean your head on her shoulder, her hand immediately went to your head, starting to play with your Y/H/C hair. 

Natasha treasured these moments, she knew they weren’t common, so when they did happen, she felt calm, like everything was alright and always would be. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Well my brain cells are constantly dying and creating new ones if that counts?” 

Natasha laughed slightly, she knew you were big on the sarcasm, but she loved it nonetheless. 

“Well, yes, you nerd, but I was referring to any thoughts you might have kicking around in there too” 

You sighed, internally debating if you wanted to get into this conversation or not, deep down you knew that you probably had to tell someone, and realistically, who else would you speak to? Natasha really is the best person to tell, and probably the one who needs to know the most.

“I’m just finding it difficult.”

“What’s difficult, my love?”

“This whole situation, being on the same team as my dad, which is weird to even say.” 

She hummed, acknowledging that she’d heard you, just letting you continue at your own pace. So, readjusting your seating position, but still staying close to Nat, you carried on.

“Growing up was tough, which sounds silly. When you hear ‘daughter of a billionaire’, you kind of imagine this perfect life, don’t you? You think that they must have everything, they’re never left wanting more, the world all loves them, right? Well, I didn’t care if the world loved me. I just wanted to feel like Tony did. Like my father did. I knew that Happy did, I knew that my mother did, God, I even knew that the guests at his exclusive parties were a fan of me. I wanted a dad, and I got someone who just wanted me to stay out of the way.”

Everything was coming out now, once you started, you couldn’t stop. You would’ve, if you’d known that the man you were talking about could hear you from a few seats in front, and he was paying more attention to this one conversation than he’d given you for the majority of your life.

Natasha pondered over what you’d said, her heart breaking for you. She knew you’d had a tough time, but she wasn’t aware of quite how bad it really was. She was determined to find some good, or see if you’d experienced any silver lining amongst the darkness.

“Can I ask you a question?”

You nodded, the lump in your throat becoming slightly too much to verbally respond.

“What’s your happiest memory with him? Do you have one that stands out at all?”

You couldn’t lie, you were slightly thrown off by the question, you hadn’t allowed yourself to humour the thought that there was some good in there. But, for the purpose of the question, you did. You racked your brain, going back to every moment spent with your dad.

“I think there was one.”

“Oh right? You don’t have to tell me if-”

“No, no it’s okay. I want to tell you. It wasn’t a huge moment with tear-jerking confessions or anything, but I do remember one day when I must’ve been around twelve? Twelve or thirteen, something like that. I’d finished all my homework, I’d tried to entertain myself with everything that was remotely fun, but I was super bored anyways. So, I looked for someone to talk to, and I ended up going downstairs to my dad’s tech lab, where he works on his suits and gadgets. I remember watching all the machines moving at once, there were holograms, blueprints were everywhere, it was a mess, but I loved it. Dad saw me looking, and I expected to be told to go back upstairs, but he invited me in instead. We ended up spending the afternoon working on upgrading his suit so that it was perfect.”

You paused, smiling when you remembered it, you were so happy in that moment, you felt so important and smart, like you’d finally connected with your father. What you didn’t see was Tony smiling too, remembering how happy he was to show you the different things he knew and was working on. 

“Then what happened?” Natasha asked, probably expecting some sort of ice cream and heart-to-heart conversation to happen afterwards. 

“One of his employees came in, told him that they had a new piece of equipment that needed the boss’s approval, so dad said that he had something more important to tend to, so I should go and find something else to do and leave him alone to carry on what he was doing.”

Unfortunately, Tony remembers that part too. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but hearing you talk about it made it sound much harsher than what he would’ve intended. All he could think was, was he like that all the time?

“That’s your happiest memory?” Natasha asked.

“Well, yeah, he showed me some cool tricks and taught me some basics of mechanics, I've always remembered it. Comes in handy sometimes, y’know?”

She didn’t want to ruin this moment, this was a step forward for you, despite the memory being slightly tainted, it was better than it being completely bleak. This was something, something good. You knew that too. You felt awkward, feeling like your girlfriend was expecting something more. 

“Sorry, that's all I could think of.” You apologised, suddenly finding your hands extremely interesting.

Natasha held your hands, stopping them from fidgeting harshly with the other.

“Hey.” She spoke, her tone as gentle as ever as she lifted your chin so you were looking straight at her.

“You don’t have anything to apologise for. I’m glad you told me, and it was nice to hear that you guys spent that time together. You and I both know that time is worth more than anything. It’s precious.”

“Especially when it’s a rarity, right?” 

She chose not to say anything, instead deciding to just hold you. That’s what you needed, you just needed someone to be there, and Natasha was the one you wanted.

Tony felt a huge wave of shame. How could he have possibly treated you like that and been so oblivious? No wonder you cut him off, he would’ve done the same. Much like anyone else who knew about your relationship with your dad, he knew that you deserved better. He wanted to make things right, or take a step towards doing so. There’s no time like the present, right? 

Well, no time like the present once the jet lands.

_________________________________________

It had been a week since your last mission with the team, things have been pretty quiet since then. It’s just been a relaxing few days with you and Nat, watching movies, eating together, falling asleep together, it’s been bliss. Bliss that’s been so overdue. 

You were both lying on the sofa, your legs tangled up together, your head resting on her chest, her heartbeat making you feel the most calm you’d ever felt before. 

“Hey guys.” 

There goes the peace. 

You both lifted your heads, facing the direction which the voice came from to see the overly familiar man in his black tracksuit bottoms and a grey shirt with the faint electric blue shining through the fabric. 

You rolled your eyes, laying your head back down while Natasha furrowed her eyebrows at him in confusion. 

“Y/N, do you mind if I steal you for a minute?” He asked, more polite than usual, which definitely was cause for confusion.

Still not looking at him, you replied.

“I think I'm good, thanks.”

“Please? I think you’ll like it.”

‘Why do I find that hard to believe.’ You thought.

You glanced up at Natasha, trying to gauge how she felt, and you found your answer when she subtly gestured for you to go, a sympathetic look on her face when she looked back at you. She must have an idea of what’s going on, either that, or she just wanted to know why on earth Tony Stark had said ‘please’. 

“It better be good, I was comfy.” You groaned, untangling yourself from your girlfriend and following your dad through the tower. 

It was quiet. He didn’t try to make conversation, though neither did you. All you could hear were your footsteps and his, perfectly in sync. 

That was until they immediately ceased and you both stood in front of a door you haven’t seen before. Actually, this entire hallway was unfamiliar. How could you not recognise it? You live here.

He stepped to the side, holding his arm out, gesturing for you to go in first. 

Grabbing the handle somewhat hesitantly, you pushed the door open and took a few steps inside. You weren’t really sure how you were supposed to respond. 

It was a lab. A tech lab. It had tons of machines, monitors, buttons, it had everything. Of course it did, Tony always had everything, he was a tech genius. 

You spun around, just looking at everything. Until you saw a small name tag on the desk that was tucked away in the corner of the room. 

‘Y/N Pott’s.’ 

You picked it up, examining it to see if it really was what you thought it was.

You turned back around to see him standing at the door, inside the room this time. 

“What- what is this?” 

“This is for you. It’s a lab.”

“It looks..wow.”

“Exactly like the one you wandered down to when you were a kid?” He responded. 

Your eyes went wide, what on earth was going on?

“I built this for you. It’s not nearly as extravagant as what you deserve, I wasn’t sure how to build something that’d make up for almost twenty years of being pushed aside. I don’t even think I could build that.”

You had that lump back in your throat, feeling your heart going that jumpy way that happens when you’re holding back from crying.

“You deserved a better dad. I think that’s fair to say. I swore to be a better dad than what mine was, but I ended up completely missing your life. I pushed you away until I didn’t have to push anymore. You were a good kid, an amazing kid. This isn’t going to fix everything, I don’t expect it to, but, I want to make it up to you, if you’re wanting that too. I want to create happy memories between us. I want us to be close, to be family.”

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t expect this at all. It was a grand gesture, even if he doesn’t think it’s extravagant. This was what you’d wanted though, ever since you were five, you wanted this. And here he was, handling it to you, telling you that he’s in. 

He noticed the hesitation, and he couldn’t blame you. Of course you’d hesitate, a five minute conversation wouldn’t change things. 

“If I remember correctly, I think I was about to teach you how to install a voice activation system, right? So that you could have your own JARVIS?” He went over to the counter, pulling up some files that he’d pre-saved to this labs system and organising some equipment. 

You sniffled, rubbing your nose and wiping your eyes, trying to collect yourself. You thought he would’ve forgotten. But he remembered more details than what you did. Was this real? Was he actually going to try with this?

You walked over to the counter beside him, picking up one of the screwdrivers he’d set out, while he picked up the drill. He smiled at you, which you couldn’t help but return. It felt exactly the same as when you were a kid. 

“I am sorry, you know? I want to work on us. You should’ve come before work then, and you’re going to come before work now. I do love you, Y/N. I’ll do better with showing it. I promise. 

You looked him straight in the eye, held up your pinky, and narrowed your eyes.

“You better be serious about this”

He linked his pinky with yours, leaning in closer to your face

“It’s a promise.”

You both started working, picking up where you’d left off, glancing again at the sign on the table. You weren’t sure if this would turn out the way you want it to, if he’ll stick to it, but, if you did, you may consider hyphenating your last name. Or something that’s a little less of a tongue twister for the mission comms. 

You hadn’t noticed, but Natasha had been standing outside the door, just off to the side so you couldn’t see her. 

Tony had approached her with his idea last week, explaining himself to her, determined for her to understand that he had good intentions and wanted to make things right. He had his ideas, but she suggested that this one would be best. She did know you best after all. Her heart warmed at the sight of you so happy in your fathers presence, especially with how tough things had been previously, you couldn’t even talk to him through an earpiece, now here you are building some tech with him. 

He’d finally involved you. He’d finally shown you that he does care, he didn’t think you were a burden. 

Natasha was happy for you, and she walked back to your shared room, not making a sound so not to disturb the nice moment you and Tony were having. 

She dug through some brown boxes shoved at the back of your cupboard, pulling out an old dusty picture in a black box frame of you, Tony and Pepper together. It was candid, which made it that much better. Happy must’ve taken it, but all three of you sat together eating ice cream on the sofa, you were giggling in Tony’s direction while Pepper admired you both. 

This is what the end goal was. This is what she wanted to see. And she was going to be there every step of the way. So, she put the photo back, right next to the tiny black box that she’d kept hidden under a bunch of scarves.

Who knows, maybe you’ll end up having a father/daughter dance at your wedding, a dream finally come true.

Taglist: @wandaromanova @eilarch @natashaswifey @lostandsearching @pottahishotasf @d14n4ol @xxromanoffxx @marvelmischiefmaker @tigerlillyruiz

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanova #natasha romanoff #Natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanova fluff #natasha romanova angst #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fic #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff oneshot #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanova fluff fic #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanova x fem reader #Tony stark fic #Tony stark fanfiction #Tony stark angst #Tony stark fluff #Tony stark oneshot #dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader #Tony stark fan fiction #marvel #marvel fanfic #Tony stark father #Tony stark dad imagine

[star-xxx1]

Sticky situations 18+

Ex!Natasha Romanoff x Crazy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: G!p Natasha, Dub-con, guns, blow jobs, overstim, begging, love bites.

A/n: Not proofread, sorry, but enjoy <3.

Natasha groaned, slowly coming to and regaining her senses. Her body stung all over, especially her neck, arms, and ankles. The sensation of wetness covered her neck; a weight sat on her lap. Her mind struggled to make sense of it all, to recall the seconds before she awoke from what felt like a deep, deep sleep. Only moments ago, she was on a mission; now she was so confused. She opened her eyes and looked around, taking in her surroundings cautiously. She looked down and saw you. Her ex-girlfriend.

Straddled on her lap, passionately marking up her neck like a tally in game, each mark was a mark of possession. Seeing you, her brain finally made the connection of the strange feeling on her neck. She groaned. She didn't even have to look know that you've made her whole neck a mess. Trying to pull away, you looked up at the sudden moment. "Natty, baby, Hi," you said sweetly, wiping the slobber around your mouth. "Mh." She grunted, You moved to kiss her pretty lips, but she pulled away.

"Y/n what the fuck!?" She said, trying to pull her arms up but all she was met with is tightness and resistance. Her arms and legs were tied. She looked up at you. "What are you trying to do?" The redhead barked at you. "Natty, please, I really need you. I'm needy and horny and I miss you." You whine to her.

"Not my problem." Natasha hissed. "But it is, I'm your sweet girl, after all? Like you said, I am and always will be." Your hand coming up to hold her soft cheek.

Natasha spat on your gentle face, her saliva landing right on your cheek and sidling down. Natasha watched as you wipped it up and lick it straight off your fingers and giggled. "Mhhh, spitting? wanna spit in my mouth next?"

"Oh fuck off y/n, get off me!" She said squirming unneath you. "Natty, baby, why are you resisting your girlfriend?" You pouted at her getting upset. "You're not my girlfriend anymore! For fuck sakes Y/n how times do I have tell, stop calling me! Stop texting me! Stop showing up everywhere -"

You covered her precious mouth, the barrel of a gun pressing firmly stomach. "Natasha, we're together," You took a deep breath, eyes holding strong emotions staring deep into her eyes, your grip tightening on her beautiful mouth, "We didn't break up!" You shouted. "Yes, we did!" Her protest coming out muffled. "You crazy bitch!"

"I will fucking shoot you!" You screamed getting, upset. "Straight in the stomach and you can bleed out alone and fuck off into hell." You yelled, the sound of you stressed voice echoing through the empty warehouse. She didn't flinch, but it shut her up. Natasha knew there was no way out, no matter what she did. You would find her, how the fuck can such a small girl find a highly skilled spy so easily? She tried so hard, but you were just everywhere, even in her dreams, haunting her, begging her for her to come back, sobbing screaming. You were obsessed, digustingly, and deep-seatedly in love. She was bound to you.

"Natasha." You said, looking into her pricing eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, baby, you just know how i get when it comes to you." You kissed her forehead. She didn't look impressed at all. You removed your hand from her mouth. You waited for an answer, expecting her to forgive you immediately like she usually did. But nothing, just a cold stare. Your lips pressed together, waiting.

"I think you've forgot how much I need you, how much I love you." Your hands trail down her suit. "Mabye, I have to remind you." Natasha's body stiffened as you started touching her your hands trailing down, but she couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine. She gritted her teeth, trying to resist your advances. "Don't you dare touch me."

You grabbed Natashas dick squeezing it from outside the suit. "Baby, don't you like when I do this?" You squeezed and rubbed her clothed cock. Natashas jaw tightened as you touched her cock, little groans escape her mouth at the sensation of your manicured hands squeezing and adding pressure, it gree harder and harder. "Y/n." Natasha said.

"Yes natty?" You chimed.

"Get off." You ingored her, slipping out a pocket knife out her weapon belt. You cut and sliced through her suit and boxers. Her body shivered with arousal as her thick, long cock sprang free from its confines, pre cum splattering on her stomach. It was so hard, so needy it needed to be dealt with immediately. "Mhh, baby, I miss you." You whispered, kissing her cheek. "Y/n." She whimpered, your soft hand wrapped around her cock, it was hot, throbbing.

She will admit, she did miss everything about you, she regretted leaving. She missed her old amazing sex life, not her current one, which was filled with so many different sex toys. She refused to let other people touch her in a sexual manner. It felt wrong. It felt like she was betraying you.

You got off her lap, settling in between her strong legs. You kissed her cock, rubbing your face all over her veiny shaft. "See im still your good girl."

Her breathing becomes heavy as she watches you on your knees. She bites her lip and starts to respond to your teasing. "Fuck you. don't do that."

You kissed her senstive pink tip. Her body shudders as she feels your lips against her cock. She gasps loudly, her back arching off the chair slightly. Despite her resistance, her hips start to move involuntarily, grinding against your face. "Don't. don't."

"Baby, just admit you want a blow job." You teased her. "I don't. I can't." Her words are punctuated by moans as she tries to resist the pleasure but fails miserably. Her hips continue to grind against your face, her cock leaking pre-cum onto your lips. You stared up at her, kitten licking her tip. "Beg, baby."

"Please, don't..." She whimpers out the word, her body shaking with desire. Despite herself, she can't help but push her hips forward slightly, offering more of her cock to your mouth. "I- I want you to suck me off... please."

"That's it, baby." You took her throbbing cock into her mouth. Your voice comes out muffled. "Come on, move, you always told me to work for it." You smirked. Natasha's eyes close as she feels your mouth close around her cock. She tries to pull away, but the sensation is too much for her to resist. She moans loudly, her hips bucking against your face as you tease her by not moving. "Baby,please, please, suck it." She begged. You didn't bugged. "I'm begging you!" Natasha cries out, her voice strained with desire. Her hips buck wildly against your face, seeking the release she craves. "Please need you to suck my cock."

"Please, fuck" Natasha body trembles with need as she continues to beg, her voice filled with desperation. Her cock throbs against your lips, leaking pre-cum onto your tongue. "I'll do anything. Just suck me off."

You shook head no. "Please!" Her Protest turns into a moan of frustration as she feels herself on the edge of orgasm without release. Her hips jerk forward, pressing her cock against your mouth, pleading for you to take her. "Please." After awhile wildly thrusting her thick cock into your warm mouth, her moans fill the room as her body shudders with ecstasy, her hips bucking violently against your face. Cum pours into your mouth, sweet and salty on your tongue. She pants and groans as she does a few extra hard thrusts. You look at your girlfriend, eyes screwing shut in pleasure forehead dripping with sweat. You started sucking her off. "O-oh..." Her eyes flutter open, surprised by the sudden change in sensation. Despite her initial resistance, she can't help but whimper as you start sucking on her sensitive, still hard cock, your pretty lips wrapping around her dick. "Holy shit." She bites her lip to keep from screaming out as she feels your hot mouth engulfing her entire massive cock. Her fingers dig into the chaie holding tight as she loses control to the pleasure you've unleashed. "Fuck."

Your head bopped up and down fast, gagging noise echoing as you deepthroated so her into your tight throat. Tears ran down your precious face, making her down wild, your mascara running down you rosy cheeks. Gripped her thighs, letting her fuck you face, her hips wildly thrusting, stomach tightening.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." Natasha's words become incoherent, babbling about how good it was, as she approaches her second orgasm. Natasha looked like she was going insane, body lifting of the chair, only to be met with restraints her loud whinpers and moans of pleasure, toes curling in her heavy combat boots, eyes rolled back, head thrown back, she panted like a dog in heat. It was sloppy and wet, cum and slavia dripping down your chin and all down her thighs.

Natasha's orgasm crashes over her, her body trembling as she releases all of her pent-up tension into your mouth. Her cock twitches and spurts, filling your throat with warm cum. You swallowed it like a good girl, not wasting a drop.

"Fuck, y/n." She whimpered. You let go off her soaked cock with loud pop. You came up and sat on her lap, getting the knife, and and cutting her restraints. You hugged her tightly. "See, I said you needed reminding."

"Yes, baby." She kissed your cheek, hugging you back.

"Natty." Your voice broke. "Mh, baby?" She mutter. "Please don't go again," she pulled away to look into your eyes, filled with vulnerability and weakness. Without her, you were lost, nothing, you need to be guided by her, only her.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, so so so sorry." She voiced love. "I won't ever again, promise." You kissed her deeply. She could tasted herself on your tongue.

"You are my good girl, forever." she smirked. You smiled down at her.

"I love you natty, so much," you said.

"Love you way more." She kissed you again, wrapping her arms tight around you.

She did, and she was sorry, so very sorry for hurting you, she promise to make it up to you. She would do anything for you, anything.

Comments would be appreciated <3333

#natasha romanoff #nat x reader #natalia romanova #natasha #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x you #nat x you #natasha marvel #dark natasha romanoff #natasha angst #natasha ramanoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff drabble #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut

[natsglorifiedsimp]

Something Changed 2

A/N: You guys asked for it.

Taglist: @queen2234 @pipsipey17 @casquinhaa @natashajumpinoff @natsxwife @dark-hunter16 @i-lovescarlettjohansson @mrsrushman @tropicals-things @alianovnasposts @nova-kyle @jusnough @splzq @yellowthingsstuff

Part 1

Tasha's POV

"Hey, Maria!" Natasha called.

Natasha noticed the subtle eye rolling of Maria. She squinted her eyes. It was unusual for Maria to act like that especially cause she's been helping her get to date you.

"What do you want Natasha?" she grumbled.

Natasha was taken aback by this. "Jeez, I'm just asking about Y/n." another eye-roll was given to Natasha. "Have you seen her? I haven't seen her on campus."

"Glad you noticed, Natasha" she sarcastically said. Maria feigned a thinking posture and started to glare at Natasha, "Let's see hmm" Maria said with diction.

"How about the fact that you've been ignoring her since you and Wanda dated and now she's gone off to Los Angeles leaving us behind because of you!" Maria gritted her teeth trying to contain her anger because you were in the hallway where students were passing around thinking Natasha and Maria were doing a secret drug deal.

"W-what?" Natasha stuttered. "I-I haven't ignored her."

"Save me the drama, Natasha. All you think about is yourself." Maria said.

Natasha was so confused. She didn't know what she did to you. She hurriedly texted you, hoping you'd give her some explanation but all was left delivered. That's not usually you. You always reply as soon as you see the message pop.

Natasha back reads you guys' conversation. Seeing if there were any clues on when are you going to LA or something that would hint at anything.

But all she saw was how she neglected you. She could see in every message how much you needed her. She missed your rants, your rambles, and everything that you guys would do when you hang out.

She broke her promise.

Y/n's POV

LA was different. The school was fine so far. No one dumped milk on your hair yet. No one made fun of you yet. And you were hoping it would stay that way.

The new environment was hard for you. It is hard to start a conversation with people when you don't know who they are. Natasha always does the talking. But somehow in this world, you are the one who needs to adjust.

Even if the people were friendly, throwing a smile at you or saying hi, somehow you still felt timid and awkward. You were scared to make friends.

Cause you know they will leave again.

Natasha did. What could any of these peer's differences be?

You cried every night knowing you had no one cared. That even if you consider them your best friends they will never think of you the same way. You were an option. You are a pawn to someone's real agenda.

You cried because you knew how much you cherished friendships. You knew to yourself that you would care and love people and go out of your way just to be there for them.

But somehow with you, it was always the opposite.

You are left alone, and when you thought someone cared...

She never really was.

Natasha's POV

She tried calling you a million times, even called your parents just to have a chance to talk to you. To apologize. But you were too far gone.

She may have found the love of her life but she left you. She left you feeling like she didn't care. She disregarded your feelings and put herself first. She took advantage of you.

Natasha regretted everything that she did. Everything that she broke. She knew how much you value friendships and she also knew how to break it.

There were no more Y/n. The laughter you shared is now a glimpse of memories that she wished would last forever. Love may have come her way but she didn't have to run you over just to find it.

You were her person.

But i guess...

Loving involves losing right?

#Time to torture people #natasha marvel #natasha fanfiction #natasha alianovna romanova #natasha romonova #black widow #natasha romanov #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natahsa romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst #black widow x you #black widow x y/n #black widow x female reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x you

[scar-lie]

Save us [Natasha & Scarlett]

Summary : You're tired of fighting, you're losing hope and giving up for your relationship with your two girlfriends who don't want to fight for you

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader, Scarlett Johansson x Female!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Scarlett Johansson

Warning : Arguing

Word count : 1,723

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

You rub the side of your eyes, getting stressed by the endless argument you have had with your two girlfriends for four years now, and you're losing hope; you're losing everything you have to give for them the further you three argue.

You're getting tired and drained from giving all you have to them without receiving anything back. It feels like you're playing house with them, where they're going to need to go or get tired; they’ll just leave without considering you or your feelings, while you're left without anyone but your thoughts.

“Why can't you fucking understand that?! There are things that're more important than staying here. To what? ...to stay here, so you wouldn't mope around about how sad you are alone! "Natasha screamed, getting frustrated and irritated by the simple things you're asking, and so was Scarlett.

“I do; I do understand what you're pointing at, but you're not listening." You quickly shut your mount when Scarlett interrupts you, so you put your hand to your face, covering how broken you are.

“I act for a living, Y/N. This is what I do before you come into my life; this is my life. I can't just say to them, "Sorry, I’m going to be gone for a week or two; my girlfriend wants me to stay in.” That's not how fucking works.” They are ready to leave, bags already packed, already dressed up; only this argument is making them stay.

“And I save lives for living, so I can't just stop taking a break; just fucking think before you become selfish,” Natasha screamed, slamming the door shut on her way out.

“Not everything is in your favor, not because you're our girlfriend; you can just decide or dictate what we're going to do; you're just our girlfriend,” Scarlett followed suit, leaving you completely alone in your shared home, the one they bought because of how welcoming it is, how the house welcomes the natural light, how peaceful the place is, the big backyard where you're obsessed with growing flowers, fruits, and vegetables—this house is just perfect for their liking and yours. That's why they surprised you with the house.

This is your mark of a happy life ahead of you, and this is the house. That's why they surprise you with the house. “This is our mark of a happy life ahead of us,” “and this is our house that we will make happy memories,” they quote.

But now you're asking yourself if this house makes you three happy anymore—the same house the three of you are planning to have a family with and grow old with until your grandchildren drag your ass out to the backyard to play or do something interesting.

You're losing hope that this relationship will be the same; you're falling into a deep hole further and further down until you reach the peak, where there's no way out if you keep pushing yourself to them.

You're body collided in the soft mattress, your sobs are getting muffled by the pillow you're hugging—their pillow to be exact—soaking it with your tears, all the pent-up frustrating, sleepless nights, the feelings you're bottling are now erupting, making your body shake while crying, not caring if the neighbor can hear you—it's just all too much.

You have nothing else to give anymore; you're drained and done with months of arguing and please them to give you at least a little bit of their time, to put you in their first priority. You're tired of forgiving them over and over again, and you don't think you can open the door to let them in one more time. You have no cards to give to them anymore; all the best cards are already used.

They are again saying how sorry they are and how they are going to make it up to you—key word make-up "sex"—through text the next day, but you can't find any word to reply, so you stick with “ok, it's fine," laying your phone face down on the couch while watching some random movies, rom-coms, TV series, or just anything that can pass your time since you don't have anything to do.

But this doesn't sit right with Natasha and Scarlett, waiting for further massages that never come, or maybe they are waiting for your caring self to text them how they are doing, asking if they already eat or how's their day, or maybe they are waiting for your rambling or complaining about how’s your day goes, or how boring it is that your friends are being bitchy on the internet.

but that never came even in the following days; all they got was a short reply and a cold shoulder, making them uneasy through the next few weeks until they got home, worried and hopeful that once they step in the front door, you're going to throw yourself into them like you always do.

"Darling, we're home! "Natasha and Scarlett shout, dropping their bags in the hallway and locking the door.

“In the lounge,” you reply back, not bothering to stand up to great them properly, you're just sitting there in front of a TV while scrolling through social media.

“Hey, there's no kisses or hugs? "Scarlett sat down next to you, so you kissed her on the cheek, doing the same thing to Natasha when she sat on the other side, mumbling, “Welcome home,” then go back, scrolling down through your phone.

"Hey, stop giving us a cold shoulder; we're here. Isn't that what you want? "Natasha whispers softly, caressing your exposed thigh while trying to read you while Scarlett lays her head on your shoulder. The moves you know from the back of your hand indicate they want sex.

“I’m not in the mood.” You push Nat's hand and Scar's head gently, then stand up, going up to your shared bedroom.

“I think we should give her some space for now,” Scarlett whispered, following you with her eyes and sighing in frustration.

“She's just being dramatic, Scar; she's come running to us eventually,” Nat dismissed, going in the kitchen to drink some water and hoping there's food but finding nothing, so she looked back, giving Scarlett a smile, shaking her head while chuckling.

“Fine, what do you want? "Nat gives her a smirk, knowing her way to get her to cooking.

" Pasta, please” With that, they both chat in the kitchen, catching up and having a little fun like they always do right before you come on the picture.

Hearing them giggling and chuckling from the bedroom makes you hate yourself because they are happy without you, they can go to their day without you, and you hate how they can just continue their day without bothering if you're okay or include you.

So in the end, you just move to the farthest room, which is the guestroom. You three didn't use it much, but these past few months, Natasha and Scarlett have usually used it since you three were always arguing and they ended up sleeping in the guestroom while you're alone in your shared bedroom.

But as each day passes, you're feeling yourself uninterested. Sure, you three interact, but not like before, and today is another argument in Natasha and Scarlett’s minds since they need to go again.

“We're heading out now; be safe here.” Natasha kisses your forehead, followed by Scarlett, and you hum, continuing to read your book.

"Ok,” you simply reply, which sends a shiver down their spine.

“Ok? Aren't you going to tell us how workaholic we are? How come we don't spend time here anymore? Leaving you alone, aren't you going to ask us to give you some of our time? "Scarlett frowns while standing, and Natasha thinks the same way, waiting for your answer.

"No,” you're unbothered; not even a single emotion is showing in your face; you're just calm.

“Why? "You shrug at Natasha's question, turning to the next page.

“Why? "You chuckle sarcastically, making Scarlett uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to another and picking her skin, making Natasha step forward to stop her from getting herself hurt.

“You mean ‘begged you for your time? ’, what's the point? To make myself look desperate? Needy? Selfish? Self-centered? "You shake your head with a scrawl face.

“No thanks, plus whatever I say or do will never stop you from leaving or doing what you want; if you want to leave, then go leave; I don't care anymore.” Their hearts both sank down to the pit of their stomachs.

“Like you always say, what you do is more important than being with me for a few minutes, so I’m saving both of you and me the energy you needed for something and time.” Scarlett held Natasha's arm tightly, finding herself starting to have an anxiety attack, but Natasha was rubbing her back. Natasha felt hurt and worried that they pushed you too far.

Sure, she dearly loves Scarlett. I mean, they're already in a relationship when you join the couple, but that doesn't mean she loves you any less. You're the heart of this house; you're keeping them in their toes; you're their center; you're their foundation that's keeping everything in their surroundings magical; you're their Alice in their Wonderland; the apple in their eyes; their home in their heart; and their key to their locks.

In short, they couldn't function without you; you're the center of everything to them, so this makes their world turn upside down, but in a bad way.

“I-I wanna stay……I-I’ll just call to have at least 2 weeks leave,” Scarlett mumbles, getting lost of words, and all she can think about is being with you, to cuddle you, kiss you, hug you, and just be with you, and so does Natasha.

‘I-I wanna….stay too,” but before they can dial a number, you quickly stop them.

“Oh no, please don't. Don't let me hold you back. Just because I speak what's on my mind, please do leave and go on with your week.” You give them a tight smile, then go back to reading.

But the two shake their heads no, wanting to be as close to you as possible, but before they can approach the bed, their whole world crashes into pieces.

“Besides, I’ve fallen out of love.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanova #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #black widow #black widow 2021 #marvel black widow #natalia alianovna romanova #natasha x you #natalia romanova #scarlett x reader #scarlett johansson fanfic #scarlett johansson fanfiction #scarlett #scarlett x y/n #scarlett johansson #angst

[flkwh0re]

Casual

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol/ Drug consumption, Basic sex, Angst, Fighting.

A/n: Based on the song Casual by Chappell Roan, linked below this.

Word Count: 1.1k

Part two

Casual sex. That's what Natasha called it, though nothing about it seemed casual. The way she held you after, the longing looks she gave you. It was all full of love. She'd always invite you over, mostly for sex, but sometimes she wanted nothing more than to just love you.

Natasha and you were sat next to one another, around a table that her friends were gathered around. You didn't much care for them, you liked Wanda and Bucky though. Wanda was the sweetest, always truly interested in your life. Bucky was quiet, but also sweet which you liked in a person. The rest were loud, obnoxious, and just straight up assholes.

Natasha's arm held tightly around your waist, pulling you close to her as her legs rested on the table. A burning cigarette held between her fingers, occasionally pulling it up to her lips. You'd watch her as she's tilt her head back, blowing the smoke into the air.

On the table was an array of different alcoholic beverages, playing cards, and ash trays. You didn't know why she had even invited you to something like this, it was just a group of her and her friends hanging out.

"Whatcha thinkin' about in that pretty li'l head of yours?" Nat asked, looking deep into your eyes. A drunken smirk plastered across her face, how you loved that look she gave you. "Nothin much."

She hummed, turning her attention back to the game of rummy she was playing. Slamming the cards down on the table, all four aces lined up. Everyone groaned, even though they knew they didn't stand a chance against her.

She hopped up and cheered loudly, pulling you to stand. Playfully dancing around with you, your shared laughter filled the air. Natasha pulled your flush face to hers, smiling proudly and kissed you with the most love she ever had.

You knew nothing she gave was real, it broke your heart. You had spent nights thinking about her, crying because you just want her to love you back. To see you as more than just sex.

Natasha pulled away, a guilted look of panic on her face. You never understood why she would even try to show that she loved you, you figured it was some issue with some past partner, maybe her parents. She wouldn’t dare open up to you, or anyone.

“Natasha come sit back down, bring your girlfriend too.” Tony yelled from the room. Natasha let go of you, and walked back. “She’s not my girlfriend Tony.” Nat scoffed at the man. “Doesn’t see like that’s the case, especially the way you talk about her.” He snapped back. “How does she talk about me?” You piped up. Before you could get your answer, Natasha pulled out a plastic bag.

“Who wants to smoke?” She asked, sounds of excitement erupted from the group. Not you though, you just wanted your answer. “You want?” Natasha asked, handing the blunt to you. “Oh, you know I’m not really into smoking.” She chuckled, “C’mon doll, just one time? For me?” She begged, a faux pout on her lip.

You sighed and agreed, wrapping your lips around the blunt breathing in the smoke. You released it from your lungs onto Natasha’s face, her coughing. “Hey, what the fuck?!” You giggled, “That’s what you get.” Natasha stood upright, grabbing you and pulling you to the bathroom. “Nat what are you doing?” She bit her lip, “Getting pay back.”

Her fingers fumbled with the clasp of your jeans, her lips pressed against yours. Passion ignited between you two once again, tongues tangled with one another. Her hand slipped past the band of your panties, her rough fingertips grazing your clit.

Moans slip past your lips, as her fingers pumped in and out of you. Cum quickly coated her fingers, and she slipped her hand out of your pants. Natasha sucked her fingers clean of your arousal, “God I love-“ Your heart rate sped up, “The way you taste.” Oh.

Nat dropped to her knees, pulling your pants down with her. Her mouth attached to your pussy, tongue expertly pleasing you. Her hand intertwined with yours, holding you tightly like she’d loose you.

You had never cried during sex until now, tears welled up in your eyes. She loved you, you knew she loved you so much. Why would she just not allow herself to love you how she wanted to?

Her free hand gripped softly on your hip, her thumb caressing your hip bone trying to sooth your shaking body. With a final push you came undone in her tongue, body almost giving away but she held you up.

She helped you calm down, and clean yourself up. Sharing loving looks with you, soft kisses here and there in your face. “You okay?” She questioned.

“Nat, what are we?” You asked, looking up at her with red eyes and tears spilling down your face.

“What? We’re friends I guess.” She shrugged, more tears spilled. “No Nat, this. What we have going on. The sex, the way you look at me.” She shook her head, “I don’t look at you any differently than I do all the others, this is nothing more than just sex Y/n. Nothing more.”

Your lips quivered as she raised her voice at you. “I told you Y/n, no attachments, just casual sex.” You shook your head, “No Nat! What the fuck are we?! This is not just casual sex! It’s not casual when I hang out with all your best friends, when you look at me like you love me, when you hold my hand when you fuck me. I tried to distance myself but you insisted I don’t! What two people that have casual sex do that!?”

Your voice raised at the final sentence, Natasha’s face contorted to a shocked expression. Her mouth held open, bottom lip quivered as she fought back her own tears. “No, you don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s all in your head, none of that exist!” She shouted back.

“You’re so fucking unbelievable Nat, I thought you thought of me better!” You snapped. “No you just can’t fucking do anything without thinking it has to mean something! Do not ever come around me again.” She yelled, then ripped the bathroom door open.

“Natasha stop it!” You shouted after her, “Please don’t go!” All her friends now rushing to the two of you, Wanda catching up to you first. She gave you a soft sympathetic look. “Goodbye Y/n, please don’t try snd contact me.” Tears slipped from her eyes.

It wrecked you, seeing her like this. You choked back your cried, trying to keep your composure together. The moment she was gone though, you broke down. Wanda tried to console you, allowing you to cry in her arms.

All her friends were shocked, even they knew Natasha had something more for you.

Masterlist

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha fanfic #natalia alianovna romanova #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader angst #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #marvel #angst

[wandanatsgf]

If You're Gonna Lie

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 691

Summary: You know she's cheating, but you'd rather hear her lies than leave her

Warnings: This is kinda sad and contains smut so read at your own risk.

You knew being an avenger and dating a fellow avenger was going to be hard work. You knew you’d go through a lot together, but you never expected this.

The red wine sits untouched in the glass you had poured for her. Her dinner has gone cold by now. She said she would be here tonight, but once again she blew you off.

Giving up, you chug her glass and yours before putting them in the dishwasher. Next you throw out her dinner and put the plate in the dishwasher as well and pack up all of the leftovers.

You should’ve known better. You should’ve known she would blow you off again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. You knew what was going on, but it was easier to believe her lies than to believe she was cheating.

You can feel tears threatening to escape, but you refuse to let them fall.

In the middle of your thinking, the woman of the hour walks in the door.

“I’m so sorry baby. I had to work late. This mission was just crazy,” she tells you. You know it’s a lie, but you’d rather hear her lies than see her leave.

“It’s alright baby. I know how hard work is,” you tell her. The words taste bitter in your mouth, but you choose to ignore that.

“Do you want some dinner? I’ve got some leftovers in the fridge.”

“I think I’d much rather have dessert first,” she says. You know she's doing this to reassure you and probably herself, and you let her. She walks towards you and places her hands on your hips and her lips on your lips.

She tastes like merlot, the merlot he gave her, and cherries. It’s a deadly combination to you. It’s addicting and you hate it. You crave it but you know you should leave. Yet you kiss her back fervently. Your hands tangle themselves in her red locks.

Natasha walks the two of you backwards so that you are pressed up against the kitchen counter. She helps you up, never taking her lips off of you.

Natasha positions herself in between your hips and slowly trails her lips down your neck.

“Nat please,” you beg. You can feel your core getting wetter and wetter the more she touches you.

“Please what baby? What do you want?”

“I want you Nat please. Please fuck me."

Wordlessly Natasha pulls her lips away from you and drops to her knees in front of you. She pulls your shorts and underwear off in one quick motion before going to town on your heat.

“Fuck Nat,” you hear yourself say. Nat wraps her lips around your clit and sucks. Your hips buck up against her mouth and you let out a porn star like moan.

You can feel yourself getting closer with every lick and suck. Your hips start to move like crazy and your moans become uncontrollable. You can feel Natasha smile against your pussy.

"Come on detka. Be a good girl and cum for me," she breathily lets out. At her words you feel the coil in your stomach unwind. Your release coats Nat's tongue and she continues to lick you until you are squirming away from her touch.

Natasha removes herself from your pussy and stands up. She kisses you softly and you can feel yourself melting against her lips.

"I love you," she whispers softly. You choose to ignore the stinging in your chest when you hear her words.

"I love you too."

After Natasha actually eats food you had prepared, the two of you spend the night with her in between your legs and vice versa. When she finally tires, she sweetly kisses you goodnight. She wraps her body around yours and quickly drifts off.

But your thoughts are running too fast to sleep. As you lay intertwined with Natasha you can feel tears threatening to spill. You hate yourself for staying, but you love her so much. You pretend she still loves you and that her words still mean something, because at the end of the day she comes home to you. Not him.

#natasha x reader #black widow x reader #marvel #mcu #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader smut #natasha romanoff x reader smut #natalia romanova #natalia romanoff #angst #natasha romanoff angst #scarjo smut #scarlett johansson smut #smut

[natsgrave]

YOU FORGOT YOUR CLOTHES | scarlett johansson

I'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but I got your heart skippin'. You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you. Professor!Scarlett x Student!Reader, legal age gap. ( v short one. ) i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime! masterlist

Y/N'S POV

Me and Scarlett are secretly in a arrange marriage and we managed to keep it hidden from everyone.

It was no surprise that she felt nothing towards me but the cold treatment still hurts me sometimes, because this is not what I dreamt of and expect when I entered the married life.

You might say that I'm stupid but I fell in love with her already, it sucks but what can I do? Being married to her and living under the same roof for over 2 years, it's not impossible anymore.

To my surprise, I woke up first before her. Normally, when I open my eyes, she's already out of bed but not this time.

We might be in a arrange marriage and we— she maybe don't feel any love for me, but we still agreed to sleep on the same bed just like what married couples do.

I carefully climb out of bed and do my routine before heading downstairs and make breakfast.

Halfway through my cooking, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Goodmorning, Y/N." She greeted with her morning raspy voice. "Goodmorning." I replied.

"How come you're awake already?" Scarlett asked. "This is what time I usually woke up, you're just really much of an early bird." I said putting the last pancake on the plate before putting it on the table.

"Hmm, you can cook." She said, stating the obvious.

"I do."

We start eating in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable anymore since it was everyday.

We eventually finish eating without much talking and just minding our own business. She took a shower in our room while I use the shower in our guest room. Once I'm done, I change into appropriate clothing, and head downstairs with my things I need.

"I'll see you at school." Scarlett said once she saw me walking down. "Sure." I shortly replied as she walked out of the door.

I made myself a food for lunch and made sure to check my things before leaving the house making sure to lock the door and walked towards the cab. ___

The drive wasn't really that long and before I even notice, the car stopped in front of my school.

I gave the driver my payment before exiting the car and walking directly to my classroom.

When I entered the room, frown instantly forms in my face and my bloods starting to boil.

I saw her flirting with one of the teachers. I know, I shouldn't be feeling like this but I can't stop. I let out a scoff before rolling my eyes and walking towards my seat.

After that seems like forever, the bitc— I mean the teacher finally left and she turned to face us and start her discussion.

I wasn't really paying attention, I don't know what is going on but seeing her flirt just makes me mad. I mean, come on, she's still married to me. I just let out a deep sigh and tried to forget about it, which is failed by the way.

"I want you all to get a partner for your project." I heard her say in a cold tone.

Everyone starts getting their own partners while I still haven't moved an inch when someone coughs beside me.

I look up and saw Gabriel, my suitor, standing there with a smile. For the record, I never entertained him. I'm loyal even though she's not.

"Hey, uhm, would you like to be my partner?" He shyly asked and I was about to say something when we heard a loud bang.

We look forward and there she is, looking at me with stern and cold look, "Sorry, accidentally dropped the book." Professor coldly said and I internally smirk before turning my gaze back to Gabriel. Two can play this game, Johansson.

"Yes, ofcourse! I would love to." I happily replied which made him smile and his face lightened.

Whatever his reply would be got instantly cut off when someone shouted and I know very well who it is.

"Okay! Seems like everyone's have a partner, the deadline will be on Friday and no extensions. That would be all for today, class dismissed." She said and gathered her things, "Oh, and by the way, Y/LN please come to my office after this. You forgot your clothes at my house last night." She casually said with innocent smile on her face while my jaw dropped.

Everyone is in shock too, and I saw her smirk before casually leaving the room like she didn't say anything.

What the fuck?

#female reader #lesbian #wlw #imagine #oneshot #x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #natalia romanova #fluff #natasha romanoff angst #angst #one shot #scarlett johansson #scarlett ingrid johansson #black widow imagine #black widow x y/n #black widow x female reader #black widow x you #lesbian pride #sapphic #bisexual #wlw love #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #arranged marriage #teacher x student #natsgrave

[thatonebrazilian]

Tolerate it

Summary: Everyone assumed you were fine, but what would they do if you just... broke free?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader; undertones of Carol Danvers x Reader; Platonic Clint Barton x Reader; mentions of platonic Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Word count: Around 6K

TW: Deep angst, assassination attempt, betrayal of trust, suicidal thoughts, dealing with grief, self sacrifices.

A/N: I've been in the mood for angst, apparently. And I actually wasn't planning on writing anything (I shouldn't have, I was short for time as it was), but I was listening to Taytay and the fic just came to me. This will probably hurt a lot. Just hurt, not much comfort. Let there be pain.

You didn't know what you did wrong. You didn't know how you could fix this. You didn't know if it even could be fixed.

All you did, all you could do, was just sit there and watch her. She was reading, her head low, almost as if she was trying to keep a barrier between you two.

You sat in the corner of the room, watching her as she immersed herself in reports. The soft glow of the lamp cast a delicate halo around her, illuminating her beautiful, beautiful features. And yet, on that night, as on many before, the light seemed unable to reach her eyes. 

You knew she was struggling, you were too. Everyone was. The Blip had taken many from their families, and the toll it took on those who stayed made many more lose their loved ones. The remaining Avengers lost Clint to his own darkness, and you lost the love of your life to what you could only describe as self-isolation.

Natasha had always had an unhealthy work-life balance, yet you always managed to counter that… But not anymore.

You had been together for what felt like an eternity, intertwined in a love that once knew no bounds. Now, though, there was a growing chasm separating the two of you. Natasha would only engage in conversations that revolved around missions and saving the world, and none of those came from you.

You used to be an Avenger too, with powers so astronomical that you never learned to control them. Bruce and Tony had to create some sort of inhibitor for you, lest you destroy the world by mistake.

You were probably one of the most powerful beings out there, but having no control whatsoever of your powers would only bring destruction, so you learned to live without them, the bracelet Tony made never leaving your wrist.

Being a somewhat powerless avenger was hard, but it was worth it. You saved people, you helped your friends.

But since the Blip things have changed. 

After watching Wanda, one of your best friends, disappear right in front of your eyes; after seeing Clint's descent into darkness, you didn't feel like fighting anymore. So you decided to stop, you stopped so you could take care of yourself, take care of Natasha.

They were small, the things you did for her, but meaningful nonetheless. You'd wait by the door every day to greet her like a god-damned war hero, to show her some love and comfort after a hard day at work; you'd make her favorite dishes, lay the table with your best cutlery; you even took upon painting as it seemed to ease your mind, and you'd use your best colors for her portraits (and there were many)... And yet, all Natasha gave back were lukewarm smiles; hums, and nods in acknowledgment of your attempts at conversation, and a lackluster "thanks". 

She seemed to simply… Tolerate it.

~

You woke up in the wee hours of the morning, the sun hadn't risen yet, and the moonlight shone through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Your gaze fell upon Natasha, who lay beside you sleeping lightly. The rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of her breathing, a calming sight that used to bring you comfort.

But then, as you watched her, you noticed a subtle alteration in her breathing patterns, something that would go unnoticed by anyone else. The steady rhythm became irregular, interrupted by moments of slightly shallower breaths and the briefest of pauses. There was a tension in her muscles that hadn't been there a second ago, almost as if a silent battle was being waged beneath her immaculate skin.

Natasha's eyes remained closed, her face serene as if she was lost in the most peaceful of dreams. But you knew the truth. She was pretending to be asleep. It felt like she didn't want to wake up beside you, like she simply tolerated your presence, but now even that tolerance seemed to be waning.

You wanted to reach out, to offer her solace, to take all the pain away, but the invisible barrier between you seemed impossible to break through. The distance that had grown between you now felt like a vast expanse, impossible to bridge. Her closed eyes spoke volumes, a silent plea for space, for time, for avoidance.

Your heart ached with the weight of unspoken words, your eyes burned with the sting of unshed tears. You missed Clint, he'd know how to deal with this, he'd help her, but he'd help you, too. He'd hug you and tell you that everything was gonna be ok, he'd make sure it'd turn out that way. You missed Wanda, she'd take you out to eat ice cream, watch silly sitcoms with you, tell you the stupidest jokes just to see you crack a smile, she'd even threaten Natasha if she imagined the other redhead was hurting you in any way, shape or form.

You missed your life, your old life, before the Blip.

You turned away from her, not wanting her to see the tears in your eyes in case she opened hers.

~

As it turns out, the first time Natasha had a semblance of a real conversation with you in… You don't even know how many weeks… Was to ask you to join a team to take down whatever new evil had shown up.

You didn't even think twice about it, you took the job, you'd do anything to get closer to her again.

The team consisted of you, Steve, and Carol, who was visiting Earth. You didn't even know where you were headed or who you were facing, you just wanted to come back with an excuse to actually talk to your fianceé. 

As you prepared to get into the jet, you saw her there, giving off directions before everyone boarded. You wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between respecting Natasha's need for distance and the overwhelming desire to break through the walls she had erected. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder then, too warm to be Nat's, and you immediately felt the comfort she radiated.

Carol wasn't the most sentimental person, she wouldn't tell you that everything would be fine, she wouldn't offer comforting words, but she'd be there, a warm unwavering presence amidst the chaos (even if you rarely saw each other in person). She was the one good thing that the Blip brought you.

"Don't think too much about it," the blonde said, already knowing what was on your mind. "Keep your head in the game, I don't want you getting hurt out there, ok?"

You nodded while managing to keep to yourself the strong urge to hug her, to seek comfort in that friendly and familiar warmth of hers.

She nodded back, turned and boarded the jet, having already reviewed with Natasha her role in the mission.

You looked at your fianceé only to find her eyes already on you. You didn't think too much into it, though, she was probably just reviewing in her head the role you'd have for this mission.

Once again you found yourself wanting to go to her, but the fear of rejection loomed over you, a haunting presence that whispered of the potential pain that awaited if you ventured too close.

You turned away and stepped in the jet.

~

You stumbled into the Avengers' compound, a dull ache radiating from your wounded shoulder, the bloodstained clothes doing nothing to give you comfort.

The mission had taken an unexpected turn, and both you and Steve got shot. Multiple times.

As soon as you stepped through the quinjet's door Natasha was there, the worry in her eyes making you question if you were hallucinating. She walked to you, her eyes never leaving yours, it was almost as if you could feel her again, the old Natasha, your Natasha.

"What the fuck happened? You weren't supposed to get hurt!" she exclaimed in a mix of anger, desperation and concern. She ran her hands through her unkempt hair. It was an uncommon sight, indeed, to see her so disheveled.

You knew she had been worried, the moment Steve reported back you could hear her pacing back and forth through the comms, you just didn't know it would affect her this much. You didn't think she cared anymore.

Almost as if sensing your thoughts, Natasha took a hesitant step closer and reached for your hands. "You got me really worried." She said, her eyes looking deep into yours, her hands soothingly cold to the touch. 

You could see she wanted to say something else, but almost as if she was waging a silent war against herself, she shook her head, released your hands and sighed. "Go to the med bay. I'll meet you there."

You nodded weakly, too tired from blood loss to argue. Too tired in general.

As you made your way to the medical facilities, the pain in your shoulder intensifying with each step, you couldn't help but think of all the times Clint saved your ass from stupid bullet wounds like these, or how Wanda would literally create a shield around you whenever you faced danger.

You missed them, you missed Wanda so much, and you couldn't help but wish it was you and not her. And Clint, god, you hated what he became, you hated the Ronin, you hated that he wasn't there to heal by your side, to heal with Natasha, but you still missed him so much.

As you entered the med bay, you were greeted by a warmth that made you question how she could have gotten there first.

"Bold move, jumping in front of a sea of bullets like that" Carol said, there was no warmth in her voice though. You closed your eyes.

"I couldn't let them shoot that child," you said, sitting on a cot and looking apologetically at her.

Carol gritted her teeth, her eyes scanning your wounded shoulder, the part of you that got the most hits, with a mix of worry and anger written across her face.

"So you just deemed your life less valuable than hers and decided to throw it away?" She clenched her fists.

"That's not it and you know it," you said in a small voice. It was worse, but no, she didn't know it. She didn't need to. You didn't want to burden her too.

Carol's eyes softened, she took a couple steps towards you and touched your uninjured shoulder. "I just worry about you, sweet girl." She said and sighed, "Look, I know you don't have much to live for right now, but you're one of my best friends, I wouldn't be able to deal with it if something ever happened to you. And by the looks of it neither would Natasha, despite all the shit she's been pulling."

It was amazing how Carol, just like Wanda before her, was able to fill you with lightness. With them, as well as with Clint, you felt cherished, cared for. You could never be more thankful for the blonde in front of you. Without Clint and Wanda here to support your near Natasha-less life, Carol was the one thing keeping you sane.

You just wished being sane was enough.

You managed a weak smile, though, and even if felt forced, it still seemed to have convinced Carol that you were ok. "I'll be fine, Carebear. Just a flesh wound. I know I haven't been in the field for a while, but it's nothing I can't handle."

Carol fought off a smirk. "Promise me you won't pull shit like that again, at least".

You saluted her, a mocking smile on your face, despite the ache you felt inside. "Aye, aye, Captain!"

She chuckled and shook her head, "You're the worst".

"But you love it!" Your answering smile was more genuine this time.

Her smile grew bigger, and you wished you could see it in person more often.

"I actually do." She said, shaking her head once more and turning away to leave the med bay.

It didn't take long for a nurse to come to tend to you. There were many bullet wounds around your body, although most were superficial. The worst was indeed your shoulder, having been hit four times.

You bitterly wondered how you could still be alive with all of these bullet holes around your body.

The minutes passed by, and yet there was no sign of Natasha, so after all your wounds have been treated and dressed you decided to go look for the redhead.

It was a bad idea. As you located her, your heart sank. There she was, tending to Steve's wounds, her focus solely on him. Even though there was nothing romantic about the situation, the sight of them together stirred a mix of emotions within you. Jealousy, longing, confusion. Betrayal. You wondered if there was something more between Natasha and Steve, a connection that surpassed friendship. You wondered why she would deem him deserving of having his wounds treated personally by her while you were sent to a nameless nurse.

Your mind raced, struggling with the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed you. Doubts crept in, and you questioned the very nature of your relationship with Natasha. Did she even love you still? Has she ever? Where was that woman who threw blankets over your barbed wire, leaving you just soft enough for all your other friends to approach? Why has she left you behind in her pursuit to build this new world instead of taking you along with her? The uncertainty gnawed at you, intensifying the ache in your shoulder. You made her your temple, your mural, your sky, but now you were left begging for footnotes in the story of her life.

As you stood there, watching her tend to his injuries, a deep sense of loneliness washed over you. The weight of the lack of acknowledgment you've been getting from her grew heavier, casting a shadow over the bond you once shared. The pain in your shoulder felt insignificant compared to the ache in your soul.

At that moment, you realized you couldn't take it anymore. You loved Natasha, you would probably love her till the end of your days, but you knew your love should be celebrated, and yet all she did was tolerate it.

~

You never thought about what she would do if you broke free, leaving the two of you in ruins. But that's what you did, you took the chains that bound you to Natasha and broke them.

You still longed for her, though, the neverending love you held for the woman felt like a dagger piercing your heart, a constant reminder of what you craved for, of what you once had. You wanted to remove it, to see it clatter to the ground as you bled out.

It was weird to gain the weight of her then lose it, but you needed to do it, you had to.

You were doing it for her as much as for yourself. Natasha had lost so, so much, but there was one person who could still come back, so you went to look for him, more in hopes of helping her than fulfilling your own desire of seeing him again.

Even if she didn't love you (which was the impression you got when you told her you'd be gone, looking for Clint, only to get a blank stare in response), you still loved her, you still wanted her to be as happy as she could, and you knew Clint was the person to make that happen, he was her best friend as much as he was yours.

You needed to help her heal somehow.

"She's been a mess since you left," Carol had said once during a video call, the vast expansion of the universe now looming right behind her, "don't ever tell her I said that, though." The grimace on her face told you she wasn't kidding.

"Steve's been trying to help more, even I am; I've been to earth since you left more times than I've been throughout my whole life. I'm afraid that if I stay gone too long, she won't be there when I come back… Since you left she barely takes care of herself. The place's a mess, she hasn't been eating much, and, again, don't ever tell her I said this, but I thought I'd never see her cry, and yet…"

You wondered if it had been all in your head, the way she seemed to avoid you, the way she seemed to take you for granted, the way she seemed to merely tolerate you.

In the midst of a turbulent storm of emotions, a newfound sense of urgency propelled your every step. You needed to find Clint, you needed to find him so you could go back to her, to see if she was really deteriorating that much, to ask her if it was all in your head, if you got it wrong somehow, if she actually loved you.

Time seemed to both crawl and fly, leaving you with moments of self-reflection in the solitude of your journey. Doubts and insecurities waged war within you, tearing at the fabric of your clarity. What if you discovered that Natasha's love had been genuine, but she had struggled to express it? What if she was simply too freshly traumatized to express it, and you had abandoned her at her worst moment?

You needed to go back to her, even if it was just to figure it out. But you wouldn't go back without Clint, you couldn't.

So you searched, and searched, and searched. And as you finally stood before Clint, his weathered face bearing the marks of his own battles, you found yourself engulfed in a deep ache. Two of the people you loved the most were immersed in pain, and you could do nothing to help.

"I can't believe you traveled so far, came all the way here for this," Clint spat, his voice filled with anger, his eyes filled with tears. "To ask me to come back so I can help her. Do you even worry about me? Did you ever stop to think that I lost my family? My wife's gone, Y/N! I lost my kids! Do you really think that I'm not dealing with my own shit right now?"

You shook your head, tears welled up in your eyes too, matching the anguish in your voice. "Fuck you, Clint! I'm not here just for her and you know that! You're my best friend, goddamnit, and you've been gone for years! I know you're hurting, but you gotta know that what you're doing is wrong, and it's not gonna bring Laura and the kids back." You shook your head, remembering the way the kids would all call you auntie Y/N/N. You sighed and shook your head in disappointment. "They would actually be ashamed of what you became."

You knew it was a low blow, but it was the truth, and he needed to hear it 

The moment he seemed to register those words, Clint's eyes became full of this sort of anger that you've never seen your friend display. But again, this wasn't Hawkeye, this was Ronin. 

Clint advanced upon you with rage in his eyes, his hand went to your throat, a dagger suddenly pressing against your ribs.

"Take that back." He said through gritted teeth, and you felt your eyes filling with tears once again.

Of course he wasn't above hurting you like this. He, too, didn't care about your own pain. 

You were tired, you were so fucking tired.

"Do it." You said, your voice devoid of emotions, the hollowness you now felt was all it conveyed. "It's not gonna make any difference if I'm gone, anyway."

You'd be just another death on his account, just a wisp of a memory in Natasha's mind.

Clint's brows furrowed, but his grip was unrelenting. You took your hands to his, the one holding the dagger, and pulled it up, so it wasn't resting above your ribs anymore, but right at your heart.

"Please," you said with a wavering voice, looking him deep in the eyes, trying to appeal no more to your friend, but to Ronin, "do it. Please."

The dagger clattered to the ground, Clint took a step away, looking at his hand as if it had personally offended him. He then looked at you, but you didn't meet his eyes, you were too absorbed looking at the dagger on the ground, feeling the brisk sense of freedom evading you as it finally stopped moving.

You then felt his arms around you, your head suddenly tucked into his neck.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice sounding desperate "I'm so sorry, Y/N, I'm so sorry," he kept repeating, and repeating, and repeating. 

You shook your head, your own desperation making you cling to him "Why didn't you do it? Why couldn't you just kill me?!"

His arms tightened around you as you both fell to your knees.

"I'm sorry," he just repeated, "I'm sorry I took this path, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I wasn't a good friend."

You wished that he being sorry was enough.

~

When you came back, there was a talk about fucking time travel. The Ant-guy was back, and so was Tony, Thor, and even Bruce. Everything seemed to be falling into place, so why did you still feel so…. broken?

But, somehow, as you and Clint stepped foot inside the Avengers compound, the familiar surroundings embraced you like a long-lost home. The tension that has seemed to permeate your very bones during the journey began to ease, replaced by a cautious hope for what awaited you.

You knew things wouldn’t instantly fix themselves up; Natasha wouldn’t just come to you and apologize for all she’s done (no, that wasn’t like her at all); your heart wouldn’t suddenly be mended, even if she did; your mind wouldn't let you forget the pain, the deep ache the past five years inflicted upon you.

And yet, there was hope.

There was the possibility of bringing Wanda back, of having Carol around more often, of doing something good for humanity. Of making Natasha happy again.

The moment the doors opened you saw her. She was talking to the Ant-guy and to Bruce, her brows furrowed as she nodded along.

And then she turned her head and caught sight of you, and of who was by your side. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw Clint standing there, and a glimmer of something flickered within them, something akin to hope, but also akin to sorrow. Without a second thought, she started walking in your direction, coming faster and faster until she was running. 

When Natasha reached Clint, she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a long-awaited embrace. Tears pooled in her eyes, slowly streaming down her cheeks as she closed them. 

There was a little lightness in your heart as you saw them hug, some sort of knowing that she'd be ok even if you weren't around anymore. She wouldn't starve herself, she wouldn't push everyone away, she wouldn't shut down. She'd survive, and then she'd move on.

In that moment, as Natasha clung to Clint, her teary eyes slowly opened. There, through the blur of her emotions, she looked right at you. And the gratitude that radiated from her gaze was palpable, as if a thousand unspoken words were contained within that single look. 

Her hold on Clint loosened slightly as her eyes locked onto yours, lingering for a brief, intense moment. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time as the weight of her gaze met yours.  It felt as if the universe held its very breath, waiting for the next chapter to unfold. 

You wished you could say you could feel her love through that gaze, but you didn't know if you could use that word to describe what Natasha felt for you. Maybe she regretted what she did; maybe you became her anchor, even if unbeknownst to you, and she felt like she needed you to function; maybe she felt like she owed you something for bringing Clint back. You didn't know what it was, but you couldn't shake the feeling that the word love would be the wrong one to describe her feelings for you. Gratitude, thankfulness, maybe, but not love.

You smiled a sad smile, and nodded your head in acknowledgment to the gratitude in her eyes. 

Natasha furrowed her brows and pulled away from Clint as she saw you walking away from her, but before she could come after you, Clint caught her hand and walked towards the opposite direction. He wanted a conversation in private.

You just knew he was going to tear her a new one for what she did to you. During your journey back he had apologized more times than you could count, his words still engraved in your mind.

"I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust," he had vowed, his voice filled with determination. "I'll prove to you day after day that I care, that I value our friendship above all else. What happened the other day… it'll never happen again, I promise you that. I was too absorbed in my own pain, so much so that I hurt you, but I would never do that intentionally, Y/N. You're like a sister to me, I'd never willingly hurt you. I love you too much for that."

Maybe his love was real, but you didn't have it in yourself to just forgive and forget.

Maybe one day the gods would deem you worthy of love. True love, not the kind that hurts you.

~

"A soul for a soul" the Redskull said, turning the vast expense of cosmic beauty before you into something bleak, final. "You must sacrifice that which you love."

Your eyes wandered, drinking in the breathtaking scenery, the towering cliffs and cascading waterfalls; it seemed like a paradise carved from dreams. 

But the words hanging in the air casted a somber shadow over the planet's beauty, and as you stood near its vibrant precipice, the weight of what had to be done pressed upon the three of you. 

Destiny had brought you here, demanding a sacrifice.

It was a curse and a blessing all at once.

"If we don't get that stone, billions of people stay dead," Natasha stated, her voice tinged with determination, almost as if she was trying to keep herself strong.

Of course she'd want to be sacrificed, the selfless fool that she was.

Clint's gaze met hers, his eyes filled with a mixture of conflict and resignation. "Then I guess we both know who it's got to be," he replied, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. They didn't spare a single glance your way, it was almost as if they had mutually decided that you were to live.

A subtle sadness washed over Natasha's features as she nodded in agreement. "I guess we do."

You closed your eyes. You had been wanting this for so long, you had craved the peace I'd bring, you had fantasized about it, about closing your eyes and never opening them again.

And yet… you found yourself wanting to cling to life with an unwavering grip.

As Clint and Natasha looked at each other, you found yourself wanting to greet Laura, Lila, Coop and Nate when they came back, you found yourself wanting to have a nice day out with Yelena. You found yourself wanting to embrace Wanda and never let her go.

It hurt to know you wouldn't be able to do any of that.

"I'm starting to think we mean different people here, Natasha." Clint said then, his voice wavering slightly.

For a moment, Natasha's gaze lingered on Clint, her eyes reflecting the depth of her conviction. "For the last five years, I've been trying to do one thing: get to right here," she confessed. "That's all it's been about. Bringing everybody back."

She looked at you then, her eyes brimming with tears "I was so focused on it that I drove away the one person I had promised myself never to hurt.",

You couldn't look her in the eye, you couldn't let her see your decision through your gaze.

Clint's shoulders seemed to sag, you could see the self-blame he felt right through his eyes, even if they were focused on Nat. "And that's why it gotta be me. You spent all this time trying to help what was left of the world. Me… you know what I've done. You know what I've become." He shook his head, his eyes turning to you as well "If you haven't gotten to me, I'd still be killing an untold number of people without a care for who it'd hurt."

"Well," you said, shrugging, trying to lighten the mood a little "I don't judge people on their worst mistakes." There was no point in holding grudges anymore.

"Neither do I." Natasha said, looking at him. Her eyes turned to you then, full of sadness, longing , and regret. "I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

You walked towards her and pulled her in by the hand, your forehead resting against hers.

"I love you, Nat. You've been forgiven since day one." You said.

Natasha's tears streamed down her cheeks as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

You saw from the corner of your eye Clint taking a step back, as if to go to the cliff. You extended your hand to him as well. He stopped in his tracks and took a couple steps in your direction, taking your hand in his.

He smiled a sad smile, his eyes red. "Tell my family I love them" he said, and tried to pull his hand away, but you gripped it with all the strength you had.

"Tell them yourself," Natasha said, pulling away from you as well.

You sighed, your eyes burning with unshed tears. You didn't want to die anymore. You wanted to live.

But you couldn't let them sacrifice themselves.

You ripped the bracelet Tony made from your wrist. It clattered on the ground. Natasha and Clint's eyes widened, almost as if they hadn't even thought of the possibility of you being the one to jump.

You felt an unbearable heat rising up from inside out, your lungs burned, your chest, your torso, your whole body. 

"Y/N what the hell are you doing?!?" Natasha yelled out, trying to get to the bracelet on the floor, but the burning winds that seemed to suddenly emanate from you wouldn't let her get closer.

"Take care of each other. And of Wanda and Carol. That 's all I ask." You said, your voice no longer solely yours.

You saw a rising shadow on the ground, signaling the presence of wings on your back. Blood red wings engulfed in flames. The Phoenix's wings.

Clint was rooted to the ground, your power vicious enough to paralyze those of weaker minds.

Natasha, though? She was fighting to get to you, the winds clearly burning her skin, yet she didn't give up. You turned away from her, not wanting to see her struggle.

It was a short walk to the edge of the cliff, you didn't want to look back. If you said goodbye it'd make it feel more real. So you just jumped.

And then you felt her hand on your wrist, the searing heat making her skin burn, and yet, she didn't let go.

"No, please. Not you." She cried, and even with tear stained cheeks she was the most beautiful woman you've ever seen "I can't lose you like this. The world can't lose you. You're the only one of us that really deserves to live life to its full potential."

And then, as if her touch made your power purr in her presence, Clint broke free, running to where you were dangling and taking your other wrist in his hands.

This was hurting them, both physically and mentally, you saw the skin on their hands blistering, you saw the redness in their arms, the tears in their eyes not just from the pain.

"Let me go," you said with a sad smile. They had their families, they had their jobs, their missions; their homes. 

You had nothing, all you did was take up too much space or time. They deserved to live, even if you left them in ruins.

"It's not gonna work!" Natasha shouted in desperation, her expression one of pure anguish "I don't love you! It's not gonna work!"

You smiled sadly at her. She really didn't love you, did she? She just tolerated you.

"It 's ok, Natty. It'll work. You may not love me, but Clint does " you said, smiling at her through your own tears. 

"Y/N, please, don't do this," Clint begged too, sobbing as he held onto you with all his strength.

"It's ok," you repeated, and if it was to calm them or yourself , you didn't know, "it's gonna be ok".

You used whatever little control you had over your powers to push them away. As your body tumbled to the ground the last thing you remembered was the way Natasha used to laugh at your jokes, enjoy your food, take you out on dates. The last thing you remembered was how she used to love your presence, and not just tolerate it.

Maybe one day someone would be enough to have their love celebrated by her.

~

When Natasha and Clint woke up not much later in a galaxy colored lake, she clutched the stone that had appeared in her hands, wishing with all her might that it turned out different, that the last words she said to you weren't "I don't love you."

She loved you. Always did. Always would.

~

Wanda sat in front of your gravestone, her hair disheveled, her eyes red shot, her cheeks tear stained. She hugged her knees as she sobbed, longing for the presence of who could no longer be by her side. She had lost her parents, then Pietro, Vision, and now you.

She sobbed more and more, the pitiful sound getting louder.

She felt a hand on her shoulder then, and she looked up to see red shot brown eyes.

Carol sat beside her, taking her hand and squeezing it a little. 

She understood what Wanda was going through, she was grieving you as well, and even though Wanda and Vision were planning on starting a life together, the witch suspected the Captain wouldn't have said no if you'd asked the same thing from her. So she, too, lost her love, even if she never got the courage to confess it.

It was a hot day, the sunlight shone perpendicular through the clearing where your grave has been put, creating a magical scenery all around the place.

And yes, the day was hot, but was it supposed to be this hot? 

Wanda shook her head, her brows starting to sweat.

And then the sunlight vanished, as if something gigantic was blocking its path. She and Carol looked up, but all they could see were the trees blocking the sky from view.

The animalistic cry they heard didn't come from the trees, though.

Neither did the blood red feather falling through the leaves, its tip engulfed in fire.

Wanda and Carol looked at each other, and for the first time in weeks, they smiled.

Natasha Romanoff Taglist: @strangegardentaco, @madamevirgo, @Lovelyy-moonlight, @agent99galanzo, @red1culous

#natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natalia alianovna romanova #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x you #black widow x reader #natasha imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow #black widow imagine #platonic clint Barton #clint barton x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x reader #natasha romanoff angst #tolerate it #taylor swift made me do it #based on a taylor swift song #taylors version

[midastouch013]

I Love You (Angst Version)

Summary: You've loved Natasha, and she loved you too, or so you thought

Warnings: Angst, The ending is up to you

----

The flickering light from the muted television danced across the room as you and Natasha sat in silence. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and the distance Natasha maintained felt insurmountable. The events of what the news had been calling the 'Infinity War' had taken a very large toll on both of you, leaving scars that ran deeper than any physical wounds.

As the familiar theme song of FRIENDS played, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted, something irrevocable. Taking a shaky breath, you decided it was time to address the growing chasm between you.

"Nat," you began, your voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and desperation. "We need to talk."

She turned to look at you, her green eyes guarded and distant. Natasha's walls were up, and you couldn't help but feel like an intruder in her fortress. You tried to find the right words, but they eluded you, slipping through your fingers like sand.

"I love you," you finally confessed, your voice breaking with the weight of unshed tears. "But it feels like you're slipping away, and I don't know how to bring you back."

Natasha's expression remained stoic, a painful silence stretching between you. The seconds ticked by, the air heavy with unspoken pain.

"I thought… I thought we were in this together," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of the television. "But it's like you're shutting me out, and I don't know how to reach you anymore."

The distance seemed to grow, an unspoken void widening between you. Natasha didn't respond, and the lack of acknowledgment cut deeper than any words could. You felt a lump forming in your throat, choking back the tears that threatened to spill over.

And with that, you walked out of the room, going to find somewhere to cry, considering of the 2 people you turned to, one was the reason you were crying and the other had dusted.

Days passed, and the emotional chasm between you and Natasha only deepened. The once-shared moments of comfort and companionship now felt like distant memories. The silence became a suffocating presence, each passing moment echoing the pain of unrequited love.

One evening, after yet another mission that left scars too deep to heal, you found Natasha alone in the common area. She was nursing a glass of whiskey, her gaze fixed on a point far beyond the confines of the room. You hesitated before approaching, the ache in your chest almost palpable.

"We need to talk, Nat," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. "This can't go on like this."

She looked at you, her eyes empty, void of the warmth that once drew you in. Without a word, you sat down beside her, the silence stretching like an unbridgeable chasm.

"I can't do this anymore," you admitted, your voice breaking. "I can't watch you drift away and not do anything about it. It hurts too much."

Natasha's lips trembled, and for a moment, it seemed like she might say something. But the words remained trapped, suffocated by the weight of the unspoken.

"I love you," you said, the tears finally escaping, tracing a path down your cheeks. "But I can't keep loving someone who won't let me in."

The room fell into an unbearable silence, and you stood up, leaving Natasha alone with the echoes of a love that had unraveled. The door closed behind you, sealing the pain and heartache within, and you walked away, knowing that some wounds might never heal.

Days turned into weeks, and the void left by your absence lingered like a haunting ghost. Natasha, too proud to admit her own pain, threw herself into missions with a fierce determination. The laughter that once filled the shared moments was replaced by a desolate silence.

One day, as Natasha found herself alone in the room you both used to share, the emptiness became too much to bear. The memories of your presence, the warmth of your touch, haunted her like a relentless specter. She traced her fingers along the edge of the couch, as if hoping to find some residue of the love that had slipped away.

The door creaked open, breaking the heavy silence, and Natasha turned to see you standing in the doorway. Your eyes, once filled with love, now held a mix of sadness and resignation.

"I thought I could live without you," Natasha admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But every day feels like a battle, and I'm losing."

You took a tentative step into the room, the distance between you more palpable than ever. The air crackled with the unresolved tension that had become the new norm.

"I miss you," Natasha said, her vulnerability laid bare. "But I don't know how to fix this. I'm afraid I've broken something I can't mend."

You wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that had grown between you, but the scars of the unspoken pain still stung. The room became a battlefield of emotions, the love that once bound you now replaced by an aching void.

"It's not easy for me either," you admitted, your voice carrying the weight of your own heartache. "But I can't keep watching you drift away. We either find a way back to each other or accept that it's over."

The decision hung in the air, a heavy cloud that refused to dissipate. The room, once filled with shared laughter and whispered promises, now stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of a love that couldn't withstand the weight of the unspoken.

And then, just when the tension seemed unbearable, Natasha broke the silence with a wry smile. "You know, they say communication is the key to a healthy relationship. Maybe we should've invested in a giant neon sign that says 'Talk to Me' or something."

Despite the heaviness of the moment, you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the suggestion. Natasha's attempt at humor, however small, was a flicker of the person you fell in love with.

"I'm serious," she continued, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Next time, let's hire a skywriter or something. Subtlety clearly isn't our strong suit."

Your laughter echoed in the room, a welcome respite from the tension that had gripped both of you. It was a small crack in the wall, but it felt like a start.

"I missed your sense of humor," you admitted, a genuine smile breaking through the lingering sadness.

"Likewise," Natasha replied, her gaze softening. "Maybe we should stick to saving the world instead of navigating relationships. It seems simpler."

As the laughter subsided, you found yourselves sitting side by side, the weight of the unspoken lifting, if only for a moment. The road to recovery was uncertain, but the shared chuckle was a reminder that sometimes, even in the darkest moments, a bit of humor could be the first step toward healing. The room, once a battleground of emotions, now held the promise of a different kind of conversation—one that involved laughter, understanding, and maybe, just maybe, a giant neon sign.

—-----

#avengers #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha marvel #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff angst #natalia alianovna romanova #natalia romanova #black widow x y/n #black widow x female reader #black widow x you #black widow x reader

[nataliasquote]

Promises | n romanoff

Summary: Natasha and Anastasia didn’t know love… not until they found it in each other. But the Red Room was cold, in more ways than one

Warnings: Red Room, death, blood, shooting

Pairings: young!natasha x young!OC

wc: 2.6k

Notes: this one hurts but I’m proud of it. Another oldie again

- ⧗ -

30 pairs of pointe shoes became 20.

20 filled beds because 10.

10 black leotards became 5.

30 terrified girls became 5 ruthless ones, eyes trained... emotionless killers.

Their dainty arms capable of a swifter death than a gun. Slim fingers able to twirl a knife like someone would spin a pen.

Sleep not filled with dreams of puppies and ponies, but the haunting features of their victims. The screams, the looks of pain and anguish on their faces that each girl took in only moments before each life was ended.

Each life less important than the last.

The air was cold. No signs of love. No comfort. Just stone cold harsh reality that they had grown accustomed to. Freezing their young hearts to not feel pain.

Teaching them to crave the feeling. The satisfaction of a clean kill. A bullet straight through the heart. A silent knife slice to the throat, lodged in the stomach of an unsuspecting victim.

Somehow, the inside of the ice covered building was colder than the outside. The only sounds were barking orders and screams of pain. Each gut wrenching noise not affecting the 5 girls who remained.

Their faces were cold, no expressions as they fought through the day. No words of conversation passed between roommates, no cheers of congratulations as sparring matches were won.

These girls weren't friends. They were competitors. And losing to someone else meant death.

But there was an anomaly within. A flicker of light in the endless pool of darkness. A spark.

Hope.

Natasha Romanoff. The girl most likely to succeed. She was the top girl. Loved by all the trainers, she was the favourite. Her ruthlessness, her seductive ways were well beyond her years. So much strength in a tiny 15 year old body.

Yet she risked throwing it all away. For a girl.

Anastasia Vladimenkova.

The dark haired girl who was an incredibly skilled dancer and knife thrower. Her accuracy was unbeatable, but her sparring was not up to the same standard.

Somehow, the tiny piece of Natasha's heart that still remained took pity on her and trained her secretly at night, so she wouldn't be killed off in the next ceremony.

The girls formed an odd friendship, if you want to call it that. They didn't know love, but somehow found it in each other. And suppressed feeling spiralled quickly, so the friends turned into lovers quickly.

They would sneak out at night for stolen kisses and private moments, hands just roaming each other's bodies, trying to hold on to the last moments they got with each other. No one knew when their last day would be.

But the ceremony was looming over their shoulder, knowing their group of 5 would become 4 by tomorrow evening.

It was 2am and Natasha had taken Anastasia to the shower room, as the barred window let the moonlight shine down onto the cracked tiled floor, lighting their faces slightly.

Their bodies were pushed into the corner, Natasha's back against the cold stone as Anastasia laid her head on her chest. The atmosphere was different, they could both feel it.

"I don't want tomorrow to come." the brunette whispered,  breathing in Nat's scent as she spoke.

"I know. I don't either. Especially not if it means I lose you."

Anastasia swivelled round and sat opposite Nat, her hand on her cheek. "You're not gonna lose me. You know they don't put us against each other. We're too valuable to them."

Natasha sighed, the moonlight in the small bathroom window catching her eyes. The moon and stars looked so free, something the redhead craved more than ever. "I don't want to be an object anymore. I want to run away. With you." She turned her head back to Stasia and pulled her closer, their faces inches away from each other.

Green eyes stared into chocolate brown ones, fear dancing across their pupils. They could be as hopeful as a child on christmas, but it wouldn't stop the brutal ceremony from tearing them apart tomorrow. No one could predict the outcome, and it was something Natasha hated.

"I don't want to lose you. I cant lose you." The redhead whispered, her eyes glinting as tears filled up to her waterline.

"You have me right now. And I love you."

That was enough for the teenagers to gently press  their lips together, eyes closed in the blissful moment. It wasn't passionate or lust filled like it should have been, because the girls had never been exposed to that. The kiss was light and sweet, their lips moving together but nothing more.

"Natty." Stasia mumbled against her lover's lips. "We can escape. Tomorrow night. All we need to do is get through the ceremony. And then we go." The brunette pulled away and sat back on Nat's thighs, her legs hooked around the redhead's waist. "We can do it. We can make it work."

Nat shook her head. "How Stas? You know the guards; they're everywhere. We're small, but not that small. We can't slip past them without being seen."

"We can Nat. Please, we need to try."

Anastasia’s voice had raised slightly, which wouldn't have been an issue if everyone in their dorm room was asleep. But one blonde girl in the bed closest to the bathroom was laying awake, the sound of muffled voices sparking her curiosity.

Saskia crept out of her bed, her stealth skills coming in handy as she padded across the stone floor. Sticking to the shadows, she tiptoed across the room, hiding by the doorframe as she finally got a look at the girls who were hiding.

The red hair was an instant giveaway, and the girl she was lip locked with on her lap wasn't difficult to make out either. Natasha and Anastasia. The top girls in the class. The Madame's favourite girls.

As they spoke, Nat suddenly shushed Stasia, feeling a presence in the room. Saskia pressed herself closer to the wall, holding her breath. But Anastasia just giggled and pulled Nat's face back to her, joking about her being paranoid, which Nat accepted with a kiss.

Saskia smirked to herself, knowing how she instantly had an advantage the day before the fighting ceremony. She hovered for 10 more minutes, her smile growing wider as Anastasia’s excited voice muttered over their escape plan. It layer out perfectly in the blonde's palm and she scurried back to bed, finally able to sleep peacefully.

- ⧗ -

5 teenagers sat on the head table, tactical suits on their bodies, hair braided and pulled back out of their faces. Porridge filled their bowls, but none of them wanted to eat, the fear filling their empty stomachs, taking the space of any food that would give them energy to fight.

Saskia wandered in late, a smug expression on her stark features. She glanced at Stasia and Natasha, who were sat on the other end of the table, her eyebrow quirking up. Her plan was working.

As the girls lined up at the edge of the sparring mats, Nat reached out and linked her pinky finger with Stasia’s, their little promise ritual they performed before every fight. It was small and subtle, but it gave them a small promise and it had worked in every single fight they had done. Their promise to be there for each other. To not leave, to not betray and to not die.

Madam walked into the sparring area, her hands clasped as tightly behind her back as her hair was pulled up in a bun. She scanned the teenagers in front of her, eyes lingering on the redhead and brunette for a split second longer.

"As you all aware, today is your final sparring ceremony. The girls who survive will go on to become the greatest assassins the world has ever known. The KGB will be grateful for your services."

Anastasia gulped, her heart rate picking up. She always hated sparring; it wasn't where her skill set lay. If this was a knife throwing competition she would win by a mile. Her accuracy was unmatched.

"Natasha Romanoff." Madam's heavily accented voice called out, her eagle eyed gaze locking firmly on the redhead. Nat walked forward, wanting nothing more than to hug Stasia, but knowing it would get her killed.

"And your opponent will be... Anastasia Vladimenkova."

The girls' hearts dropped to their stomachs. No. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't part of the plan. Not at all.

With shaking hands clenched tightly into fists, Anastasia walked onto the mats, her head held high. She couldn't show her emotions right now, as much as she wanted to burst into tears. She was supposed to be made of marble, they both were, and so couldn't show weakness when put against each other. They were nothing more than sparring partners, fighting for their life.

They waited for the signal before starting to circle, fists raised in defence in front of their faces, eyes locked on each other. Natasha wished she had telepathic abilities so she could talk to Stasia, trying to form a plan in her head.

They were pulling their brunches as they fought, not wanting to cause serious injury, but causing the odd bruise here and there so it didn't look too suspicious.

But after 15 minutes, Madam called out for them to stop. She called 2 guards over and they grabbed Nat by the arms, causing the redhead to instinctively lash out, kicking and punching at her attackers.

"Nat!" Anastasia cried, running forwards before she too was dragged back. She didn't care that Madam was watching her. She didn't know where they were gonna take Natasha and terror flooded her body.

But she stopped fighting as Nat was forced into a chair, her face still as stone like and straight as ever. Not a single emotion flashed behind her eyes. Not when her wrists were tired. Not when Madam grabbed her face. Not when Anastasia had a gun forced into her hands, guards aiming their own guns at the back of the brunette's head.

"Love is for children. Are you a child Natasha?" Madam spat, her russian accent thick.

"No Ma'am."

She turned to Anastasia. "Are you a child Anastasia?"

The brunette's hands shook around the gun that was clasped between her fingers, aimed at Natasha who was sat straight on the chair. "No Ma'am."

"Weakness." She growled, her ice cold palm slapping Natasha across the face. "You are to be made of marble. Not wasting your time making faces at things like that!" Her bony finger pointed in Anastasia’s direction, seeing the weaker girl flinch under her gaze. All of Stasia’s training had gone out of the window, pure panic flooding her veins as she saw Natasha sat before her.

"Yes Ma'am." Nat's voice was emotionless, the sparkle Stasia was used to seeing completely distinguished.

"Natasha Romanoff you would have been the top student. I had high expectations for you, and you've thrown it all away. Thank you Saskia, for showing me that you're not truly cut out to take your place in the world."

"I have no place in the world." Natasha mumbled, her eyeline dropping to the floor.

"You're right. You don't." Madam turned back to Anastasia, who had dropped the gun to her side. "Anastasia. Shoot her."

"I- what?" Stasia’s eyes went wide, but there was no  hint of a joke in her instructor's eyes.

"You heard my words Vladimenkova. Kill her. You will not have any weaknesses."

Anastasia gulped but raised the gun, eyes locked with Natasha. Sweat trickled down her brow and she gulped, feeling a tear slip down her cheek.

"Nat." She whispered, trying to get a reaction from her.

"It's okay Stas. Do it. I'm with you baby. I'm always with you." Nat pushed down all of her fear. The sight of the gun brought relief, which was twisted. She was 15 years old, a gun should spark fear. Not be a source of comfort to end her pain. In her mind, if she couldn't have Stasia then she didn't want to live. And the Academy wouldn't allow her to have both.

"Nat no. I can't." She dropped the gun.

Big mistake.

The moment the metal clanged against the tiled floor, Natasha knew it was over. The guards' reflexes were fast. Too fast. The girl's pale fingers dropped the weapon and a shot was fired into her skull at the same second.

Nat had wiggled her way out of the rope, so the moment Anastasia’s body dropped to the floor, she leaped out of her chair and raced across the floor, screaming out as blood stained the old tiles. Anastasia’s body was limp as Nat got there, her eyes dull as she stared up at the ceiling.

"No!" The redhead yelled out, startling the giles standing on the opposite side of the room. She looked up at them, scanning and analysing each and every one of them. They were all scared, showing the same expression.

Except one.

Saskia had an guilty essence about her and Nat saw it straight away. She saw red and glared at her, breathing heavily through her nose. The snake. The reason her love was sprawled on the floor, a bullet hole in her skull.

Natasha's fingers curled around Stasia’s, their pinkies locking together like they'd done less than an hour before. Her tears dropped onto the brunette’ chest and she cried out before anger took over again.

Still clutching Stasia, she lifted her head again and locked eyes with Saskia, her bottom lip trembling. "YOU!"

But her rage was never taken out as 2 guards surged forwards, grabbing her arms and pulling her away. Nat's stone cold facade had dropped away and she screamed out for Anastasia, her gaze fixed on her best friend, her lover, the light in her dark life, her body laying abandoned on the floor like she was garbage.

"Stasia!! Stas no!" She kicked and screamed, fighting with all her might to get away from the guards. But her tiny 15 year old, malnourished body was no match for the 6 foot guards built of pure muscle. Not in her hysterical state. Assassin Natasha could take these guys out with 2 moves, but her body and mind weren't working as one.

She screamed and cried the whole way down the corridors, not even taking in her surroundings. She didn't know where she was until she was thrown into a cell, hearing the barred doors clang shut. But she didn't move. Her body landed in a heap on the stone floor and she stayed and wept, clawing at her chest and arms in pain as she wailed. She passed out hours later, her hands clasped together...

Her pinkies linked together.

Like the ghost of Anastasia was with her, watching over her and looking out for her, like they had always promised.

#fanfic #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #red room #natalia romanova #black widow #oc #natasha romanoff oneshot #natasha romanoff angst #wlw

[midgardianweasley]

Where you are

Where you are.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After the Sokovia Accords go downhill, your girlfriend has to go on the run, leaving you behind and clueless.

Warnings: just angst ig??

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: @marvelwomenslut wanted some fluff, so it was only the right thing to do to write fluff with a hefty side of angst<3 also, sorry for not posting in ages, college stole all my attention, but I’m hoping to write more now that I've got more free time!! (p.s. briefly proofread)

Taglist and requests are open:)

It was a nice day to be at the Avengers compound today, it was raining heavily, but it was calming to hear the murmur of raindrops hitting the window in the background. You woke up this morning, if you could call it waking up, unsure of what term to use after a sleepless night, and immediately went to the compound gym to train.

You needed the distraction, and there was no better distraction than a punching bag. Or a dozen.

Everything had gone completely downhill since the fight over the Sokovia Accords. Rogers was off the grid, half of his team were imprisoned in the middle of nowhere, Tony shut himself off, basically, the team had fallen apart.

Your family, had fallen apart.

You could cope with it at first, harbouring some hope that everyone would be able to get on the same side had reassured you, surely if you could all survive alien attacks and robot armies, then a contract should be a piece of cake to figure out. Or so you thought.

After recruiting a few extra members for your team, including some sort of insect boy that Tony had found, you went to fight Rogers and his team. It did hurt you, not so much physically, but you couldn’t help but feel your emotions get the better of you when you stopped to watch everyone throwing punches and shooting god knows what. It couldn’t hurt as much as what it did now though.

From the very beginning, you’d always been on the same side as your beloved girlfriend, the infamous black widow, Natasha Romanoff. When she was helping Rogers find the Winter Soldier and Fury faked his death, you were right there to support her. In every battle the Avengers fought, you never let her out of your sight. You knew that she could defend herself and hold her own, of course she could, but that never stopped you hesitating occasionally to worry about her safety.

It’s because of that, that you felt your feelings were valid when you heard that she had gone on the run and was nowhere to be found. She’d gone on the run before, but you’d either been close behind her, or at least knew about it. This was the first time that you found out from some news reporter on the television, and you had to say, it sucked.

There were attempts to contact her, you knew that texts and phone calls were a long shot given that she went into hiding, but when Nick Fury couldn’t give you any more information than what the public had, you didn’t know what to do. What else could you do? Travel the entire world to find her? She could be anywhere, especially with her wide range of international contact. No matter how you felt towards the situation, towards her, your top priority was that she’s safe.

So, to avoid your brain creating fake scenarios that would only drive you crazy, you threw yourself into your training. Some days you’d wake up and feel too ache-y to even drag yourself downstairs to the gym, so you’d just lounge in the common area that was all too quiet for your liking. The room that was once filled with Thor’s booming voice, Banner and Starks mumbles about some science you never understood but you never had to, you’d be too focused on the woman in front of you to even pay attention, it was all gone. The room was dim, everything was turned off, you swear that if you tried, you could hear your own heartbeat.

You walked over to the fridge, helping yourself to some juice that you bought a few days ago, and when you picked up the carton, you could’ve sworn it felt lighter than when you last held it. But that was impossible, you were the only one here and there was only one other person who had the guts to steal your favourite drink. You didn’t allow yourself to humour the thought. Just a lapse in judgement, nothing else. It can’t be anything else.

Turning to place the glass on the counter, you grabbed the remote that was nearby to turn the tv on, not only to fill the silence, but lighten the room a bit. You didn’t really pay much attention, you just left it on whatever channel it was on and went back to what you were doing.

“Now I thought it was polite to offer your guest a drink.” A voice spoke from the couch.

You couldn’t tell if you just froze or jumped out of your skin. Potentially a bit of both. You didn’t need to see the face to know who it was in the room with you. You could pick that voice out of a million others. You knew it was her, your eyes immediately watering kinda gave it away. Still, you slowly turned back around, a figure you recognised all too well was illuminated by the light from the tv screen, but you could’ve been wrong, because the woman you knew had long red hair that was your favourite to braid, but this woman had hair you could only describe as shoulder length and platinum blonde.

She smiled a little, her hand coming up to twirl the ends of her hair.

“I know, it’s a pretty big change, but I think I like it. What do you think?”

You scoffed a little at her question, crossing your arms and doing everything you can to stop any tears from falling.

“Yes Nat, I love the haircut, you look amazing. Forgive me for not offering a drink, I seem to only have enough for one seeing as I’m the only one here.” You know your guard is up, so does Natasha, but you’re struggling to let it be anything else.

It doesn’t appear to put her off as she takes a few steps closer, still keeping the counter between the both of you.

“Well, you know what they say, sharing is caring, right?”

“Yes, right, just like how you so kindly shared your whereabouts with me? By your logic, it would appear you don’t care as much as you used to.” It was a slightly harsh comment, you knew that deep down, but all of the feelings you’d tried to repress over the weeks were starting to surface beyond your control.

“You’re mad.” She stated

“That’s one word you could use.”

She simply nodded, considering what to say next that’d let her remain in one piece.

“I never meant to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Hurt me?”

She nodded again.

“Is that what it’s called when everything goes to shit and you’ve been left alone with no idea of where the people you call family are? I knew half of Rogers' team had gone, I knew Tony had hidden himself away, not certain of where, but I knew they were as safe as they could be. Yet, the one person I care about most? nada. You were on the run. That’s it. That’s all I had. You could’ve been with Rogers, you could’ve been in space, God, you could’ve been dead! And I would’ve had no idea.”

“Y/N please, you have to understand-”

“No. No, I always understand. I’m always on your side, no matter what. You know I would’ve run with you. Did you not trust me? Is that it?”

“I trust you with my life. You know that.”

“I just- I don’t- God, I don’t know.” You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration, unsure of what to do. Were you being rational? It feels rational. You know she had to go, the Secretary of state had it out for her arrest. But did it need to be all or nothing?

Tears were falling steadily now, there was no use in trying to hide it. It was near impossible to hide anything from Natasha anyway. You didn’t know whether you wanted to cry, scream, fall into her arms, kiss and make up or offer her your juice so the conversation could be avoided altogether.

“My sweet girl, please. Please don’t cry.” She stepped forward again hesitantly, her hands slowly coming up to pull yours out of your hair, which you didn’t stop her from doing, honestly, you missed her touch more than what you had thought.

“I know it must’ve been difficult since the Accords, especially being alone. You have no idea how many times I picked up the phone to call, but they would’ve found me, or they would’ve involved you, and I wanted you as safe as you could be. Please believe me, I never wanted to put you through that.”

She was stroking your cheeks now, trying to stop the tears from coming, though they’re too fast despite her attempts. You sniffled, wiping your face as well, hoping it could help stop the crying.

“I really missed you.” You shrugged, but smiled for the first time in weeks. Trust Natasha to make that happen. “I was scared something happened to you.”

“Well I couldn’t let that happen when I’ve got my best girl waiting for me at home now could I?”

“Oh? Where is she?” You joked, mostly amused now.

It also seemed to amuse your girlfriend as she shook her head in disbelief with a smile. “You know exactly where she is.”

“And I know exactly where you are.” You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her so close to you that you weren’t sure there was going to be any breathing room left, but she didn’t seem to mind as you felt her hands on your back, holding you just as close.

“And you always will from now on.”

With that, you spent the rest of the day relaxing, putting the rest of the world on pause for a little while. For now, it was time for a catch up and making up for lost time.

@wandaromanova @eilarch @natashaswifey @lostandsearching @pottahishotasf @d14n4ol @xxromanoffxx @gimaximoff @marvelwomenslut​ @wandas-lunchbox​ 

#natasha romanoff #Natasha Romanova #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff fanfic #Natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #Natasha romanoff x fem!reader #Natasha romanoff angst #Natasha romanoff x reader angst #Natasha romanoff x reader fluff #Natasha romanoff x fem!reader fluff #Natasha romanoff fluff #Natasha romanova fanfic #Natasha romanoff oneshot #Natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanova x y/n #natasha romanova x reader #natasha romanova fluff #natasha romanova angst #request #marvel #marvel fanfic #natasha #Natalie rushman #civil war marvel fic

[star-xxx1]

Can you do a Wanda and nat fan fic with a female reader??

Can it be a fluff at the start and then slowly an angst, then a good ending ❤️❤️

Their words and touch hurt like hell-

WandaNat x Avenger! female reader

Maria Hill x reader (for a mission)

Carol x reader

First fic, I have proof read this multiple times but im so sorry for any mistakes that may occur, please ignore them!

Summary : You loved your specials girls so much, but when a Agurment takes a turn and leads to a nasty break-up, you completely change for the worst, now they are trying there best to get back.

Warnings: Heavy angst with a happy ending, Self-violence, servere anger issues, accusations of cheating, slapping, self-neglect, swearing, allusions to smut, fluff, reader getting hurt, toxic relationships, Physical and verbal fighting, insults, depression, Insecurities being heightened, and more fluff...

These are some nicknames that the readers uses just so your not confused, the other nicknames used this fic are quite distinct: Mia (Maria), Care bear (Carol).

A alarm sounded thoughout the spacious, dimly-lit room. You stirred slightly, slowly you opened your eyes to be met with the beautiful sight of your girlfriend, Wanda, Dead asleep. You let out a small giggle.

You felt a pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around your waist tighten signalling that she was wake to, you knew that was your other goddesses of a girlfriend Natasha.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y turn off the alarm in room 6" you requested with a groggy voice.

The annoying sound soon stopped.

You tried to turn around in Natasha arms to face her only to be met with soreness shooting through your body, reminding you of the sensual advents of last night, you stopped in your tracks ending up on your back and let out a pained whine.

"You okay dekta?" Natasha Inquired worried.

"Yes, sweetheart, just really sore" you were able to say through gritted teeth to suppress further whines, completing the full turn around in her arms.

"Morning, love" She said with a huge grin plastered on her face from your pervious statment but that sneaky grin soon turned into a warm smile, Dam that smile you loved so much.

You blushed, burying your face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

"Morning" you replied back muffled, hugging on to her for dear life.

You knew what was happening to day and you hated it, you hated it with a burning passion.

Your girlfriends where going on a month long mission.

"Hey, what about me?" sounded a heavenly voice from behind you.

"Wanda!?" You questioned pulling back for Nats neck, looking back in excitement.

"Yes, honey" she landed a peck onto your lips making you smiled.

"Morning, Wands" Nat said smiling.

"Morning, Natty" Wanda replied back, you watched as she learned you over to steal a kiss from her.

Natasha soon sat up and pulled you onto her lap. You whinned again from your achy body being moved.

"I have training with Steve in 30 minutes" she said kissing your forehead as a silent 'sorry'. "Wanda can you please take care of our special girl"

"Of course babe" she said getting up and walking around the bed until she reached you, picking you up.

You wrapped your legs around her waist and her arms around her neck and closed your eyes basking in the warmness and soothing scent that radiated off her.

Wanda moved go to get ready for the day with you. She thought warm shower would help soothe your tight muscles, Leaving Natasha to go get dress and make her way down to the training floor off the compound.

You guys agreed that, you and Wanda would go meet Natasha after getting ready and making breakfast.

-------------------------------------------------------

After Nat had a shower and got dress for the day and she made her way down to the compound kitchen/living room. There she saw Tony and Thor bickering over something stupid, Clint on zoom with Laura, Steve reading a book, and Sam and Peter screaming over a game. She was pulled out of her trance when the mixture of your beautiful laughter and The smell of mouth-watering food hit her.

She looked over to the stove to see Wanda stirring soup and staring daggers into something or someone. Wanda sensed Nats entrance and met her eyes, soon gesturing with her head over to you and Carol.

Natasha's face soon dropped to, the sight of you laughing and hugging Carol infurates her.

Natasha and Wanda were Extremely possessive of you. Most of your Agurments were caused by this. Wanda and Natasha recently found out that your childhood best friend, Carol had a big crush on you. They didn't mean to find out but when Wanda powers when haywire from stress during an agurment with Natasha, she started accidentally reading everybody's mind including Carol who was then, currently comforting your crying form in her arms.

They had told you after everything had calmed down and apologises had been exchanged, you brushed it off not wanting to cause anymore stress during this time. They said to 'say away' but you couldn't you love her to much she was your best friend after all.

She moved to sit down at the kitchen counter, soon accompanied by you.

"Hi, baby!" you said, she pulled you into a tight hug and kissed your cheek. "Natty?" You aksed as she pulled away, she just stared at you, a mix of love and rage potent in her eyes.

"Foods ready!" Wanda shouted, making everyone drop everything there doing and run to the kitchen.

"umm okay let's just eat" you awkwardly mumbled.

Carol tried to sit next to you but was blocked by wanda, who when sat gave her a death glare. Wanda then pulled you on to her lap and Natasha moved into your pervious seat, gesturing for Carol to sit in her old one instead of next to you.

"But I want to sit next to Care bear!" You protested only to be met with the cold glare of the ex- assassin. That immediately shut you up.

After breakfast Wanda picked you up and took you to your room, followed by Natasha.

Natasha opened the door, soon you were met with the softness for your king size bed as Wanda threw you down, you looked up to see your girlfriends either side of the bed.

"Okay, why are you guys being like this?" You questioned.

"For a start you and 'Care bear'" Natasha mocked "Need to break what ever this is up"

"Okay? " you agreed.

"Good" Wanda smirked.

"Now, let's give our girl some cuddles before we leave" Wanda grined, as they both climbed in next to you.

-------------------------------------------------------

40 mins later and it was time, You felt distraught, watching them like a hawk as they moved around the room packing there mission bags and getting changed.

You let your tears free fall, once your girlfriends stood infornt of the bed with there suits on and bags tossed over there shoulders. You shot up and flung yourself into they're arms and they happily allowed you to just stand there holding them closely.

"Okay dek-" Natasha was cut of by you pulling her in for a deep long kiss only pulling away once you were completely deprived of air, taking a deep breath you turned to Wanda repeating your previous actions.

Once you pulled away you brought them into a tight hug once again

"I love you both so much, be safe"

"I love you too" they both chucked in sync.

Once they were out the door and up to the quinjet bay you flopped down on the bed and sobbed.

You cried until the lack of sleep from last night caught up to you.

-------------------------------------------------------

One week into being with out the loves of your life and your a total mess, you just miss you girlfriends so so so much. You miss waking up to them, you miss there touch, you miss the fun, you just miss everything about them. On top with that you had to break up your friendship with Carol which didn't end well.

During the nasty agurment, in the middle of a lot of insults, she told screamed at you that she thinks that Nat and Wanda were to possessive and you knew that well, to well, hell last time you hugged Carol for to long an agurment rose and it when all to shit. You really did ponder why the rest of the team didn't notice your fresh bloodshot eyes from crying because of the harsh words the two reheads unleash on you, especially with the severe anger issues the both hold.

One wrong move and all hell would break lose, thank god they only ever hurt you Verbally, you wouldn't stand a between the both of them physically.

You always felt a bit safer during the screaming matches with the promise they made a long time ago. "We would never do anything to hurt"

Hell you were wrong.

F.R.I.D.A.Y broke you out of your focus on tv, you were comfortably bundled up laying in bed with Natasha's grey hoddies and Wanda's black sweatpants.

"Miss y/l/n, Director fury would like you at meeting room 13 in 30m minutes"

"Okay, thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y I will be down soon"

"Nope problem miss y/I/n"

-------------------------------------------------------Once you got to the meeting room, Fury ushered you in. You took your seat waiting for the others.

Maria soon came in and your face lit up to see a close friend but soo dropped when Carol soon followed, closing the door behind her.

Maria took a seat next to you and Carol distanced herself from you choosing the seat furtherst away, which made you frown abit. You still are vexed at her but you still miss her.

Maria noticed your change in facial expression.

"You okay, Y/n/n? " Maria asked.

"Yep, Mia!" you quickly fixed your face, turning to her and nodding.

"Okay, ladies" fury proceeded to talk as you turned to face him

"I need you guys for a new mission, a dangerous, long one, are you guys up to this?"

All three of you nodded in agreement.

"This mission is about saving inhumans from a common enemy Hydra, You must inform no one about this mission even your closest of friends or family, once we put you on the list for the housing, which will done be once you reach your neighborhood, eyes and ears will be watching and we can't risk anyone else getting hurt. We are dealing with seriously dangerous people here. Do you understand me? "

"Yes" you all three answered.

"Good, now Maria and y/n you will have to act as a married couple, when I mean act, I mean acting full out, dates and public affection are mandatory. The only place you can act normal is the safe house's. It will be the only safe place and for you Carol you will be they're best friend and next door neighbor, you guys will watch the operation because Hydra Intel will be passed through during the waiting period until the inhumans arrival. Once they arrive you will storm the place and bring the inhumans here to safety" He then went on about other information, like your fake names and the apartment's addresses, and the date you guys well be returning.

You would be returning same day as your girlfriends, leaving today.

Once you had finished the meeting you had left the bland room and made your way up to your bedroom to pack and change into a different outfit.

When ready, you met Maria outside the compound and waited for Carol inside the car.

The whole drive you talked to Maria about the characters you guys would be playing. you both decided on a couple who couldn't keep your hands of each other.

God how Carol wished to be Maria so bad, so she could feel your lips on her and could be around you 24/7.

Once you arrived to the apartment's Carpark you felt uneasy. Exiting the car you pushed Maria against the car door and gave her a deep kiss you knew eyes where on you as soon as you passed them white, pearly gates and you knew you would have to play by this role to perfection.

-------------------------------------------------------

Once you had finally settled in, around day two on the mission you started introducing your self to the neighborhood including the Hydra agents, you got 'along' with them well, you thought Hydra was your biggest enemy but no your didn't know that the your biggest enemy would be the person you just fake - lovingly hugged in the lobby of the apartment complex, 5 minutes ago.

Carol.

Carol who loved you so deeply so deeply that she would kill for you. she knew about the toxic relationship between you and your girlfriends 'whom you loved so much' the thought of them with you especially in bed made her feel violently sick and oh how she wanted you all for herself.

This mission gave her the perfect opportunity for just that. She knew that you and Maria would go on a fake date today.

After getting ready and changing into a stunning red dress, you waiting for Maria in the lounge, around 15 minutes Maria came out in a lush, Royal blue dress.

"You look stunning Mia!" You remarked with a soft tone.

"Well thank you y/n/n, you too" Maria complimented back.

"let's go 'babe'" you joked and reached out your hand for her to hold. She glady took it and you both way down to the car park.

When you eventually got to the restaurant you notice that hydra agents had followed you here, clearly suspicious not falling for your married couple act yet, but you you didn't notice Carol there to.

Carol's big break happened when you asked whispered to Maria fake finger you under the table, you thought it would help knock of the agents. From the angle she was in it looked fake, but when she moved to an empty booth, it looked real. Maria moved her hand under the table and you pulled certain faces to Make it seem realistic. Carol snapped some pictures, a creepy smile stuck on her face and crept out to her car, once the hydra agents realised what you where 'doing' they soon left and you both laughed at there disturbed faces. After finishing your meal and paying the bill you and Maria headed back to the safe house, tried and wanting to sleep.

Maria eagerly guided you through the lobby and into the hallway, pushing you up against the door putting her lips against yours, making out with you. Carol snapped more pictures smiling to herself. 'Oh this gonna be so good' she thought to herslef.

When you finally got into the house after Maria struggled to put the keys in the hole, because of the steamy make out session, you whispered 'goodnight' which she replied with a friendly smile and off you went to your room to get ready for bed.

-------------------------------------------------------

It was last day on this long mission, Carol seem really happy despite the fact you guys where still ignoring each other, you didn't know why.

It was time to storm the hydra base after watching over it constantly. You had alerted the both of them about the arrival for three inhumans, all had power damping cuffs on which made your job more easier. After getting your suit on and breaking down the door it was action time.

-------------------------------------------------------

Misson failed..

You were so upset with yourself, you completely ingored the fact that you were bleeding out. You had gained a massive wound on your leg where a hydra agent stab you.

During the raid, many other hydra agents appear from a secret room that no one had eyes on. You where out numbered and were only able to get two out of three inhumans.

In your head you replayed the screams of terror and fear that came frlm the girl that you weren't able to save as she was roughly pulled away from the situation by other hydra agents.

Carol sped back to the compound hoping to get back to you back in time, Maria sat next you in the back seat applying pressure to the wound, rambling on to keep you focused and in the moment.

Looking at the two inhumans one seated at the front and one next to maria, you felt terrible for them they looked so tense and stress. This situation definitely didn't help them in any way.

The three of you had to sneak pass everyone, since the team and other agents been told that you all had taken time off. By the time you made it to the medbay You were unconscious. Maria wanted to stay but couldn't risk getting spotted it would make people suspicious, especially if she was seen in the medbay.

-------------------------------------------------------

You woke up to Dr. Cho walking around near you bed.

"Ah, Dr. Cho" you said ammused with a slight rough voice, one the many sideaffects of waking up.

"Hello y/l/n, before you can ramble on with a lot of questions -I know how you act as soon as you wake up in the medbay- you are now stable and will be out soon after I check your some of your vitals"

"Thank you"

"No problem" she asserted with a small smile.

-------------------------------------------------------

When you were in the med bay Carol sneaked through the halls of the large compound and into yours and yours girlfriends room. She carefully set pictures of you and Maria on the bed.

She did feel bad for doing this when you when hurt but she wanted you and wasn't going to wait any longer.

She snuck back out to the car, waiting for you with Maria. After a bit off hesitation you finally got up wincing slightly and snuck out to the car, furry had set up another safe house, immediately after he heard about the incident that had occur. letting out a big sigh once you were seated in the car, a wave of relief washed over you that other agents had picked up the inhumans and that they were safe now.

And with that Maria drove off.

-------------------------------------------------------

Once you made it back to the compound you faked entering as if you had just come back from a sunny holiday, and greeted everyone holding back your limp.

You dumped your bags in the lounge and made it the training area to fake the incident of your wound with Maria, just wanting to get it out the way. After training with Maria you limped over to medbay.

Staying in the medbay bathroom for around 20 minutes for a you shuffled out and made your way back to your room.

In there you saw your girlfriends, screaming you ran to them not caring about the pain. You wrapped your arms around them but when then didn't hug you back you pulled back and looked at them confused, seeing their red eyes, tears rolling down there cheeks "why are you guys crying? "

All of the sudden Wanda slapped you hard making to fall to the ground, you laying there in utter shock, tears rolling down your red cheek .

"What the fuck!?!" you scream out getting back to your feet.

"You cheating, lying bitch!" Wanda snapped at you.

"What are you talking about!?!"

Natasha held up the pictures of you and Maria and your stomach dropped know that this was a big misunderstanding.

"That's not what you thi-" you were cut off.

"I don't want to here it y/n!, Did you enjoy your 'hoilday'?" Wanda yelled, her tone showered with vemon, air quoting the word holiday.

This soon turn into a intense screaming match filled by the most foul, vile insults from your partners well, now ex partners as they had declared that 'they want to break up'.

You sobbed and cried but also started screaming things back to the women infornt of you.

Something you said about Natasha past triggered something in the ex -asssassin, she saw red and all the sudden you were down again but this time it wasn't and slap it was a hard, heavy punch.

Your lip was busted and your forehead was bleeding, you tried to get up but the ex - assassin jumped on you making hit your head on the floor she straddled yor legs unintentionally putting weight on your wound which made everything more painful.

You looked into her eyes, while she moved a hand to your chest to keep down, still screaming insults at you, offending everything about you.

She was trying to break you, and you would be lying if you said that her words didn't hurt like hell, you witness so much anger and hurt brewing in her eyes, she didn't mean this, they didnt mean this, did they? They were clearly blind-sighted by the pure rage they were feeling, right?

You didn't want to hurt the woman that once loved you but when she started punching your face, with no signs of stopping you knew you had to get her off.

You wiggled beneath the woman but was held down by Wanda's powers. You kept on trying to push Natasha off, but to your avail you had no luck.

finally you had an adrenaline surge between the sobbing, the pain caused by the harsh insults and the punching made it almost impossible. With the new found strength you push her off and was able to break through Wanda's powers, Natasha went flying onto the ground landing near the desk, her head starting bleeding form the impact with the floor, Wanda rushed to her side.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y open the door in room 6" you shouted.

You crawled to the door using the doorknob to help you get up.

Your face bloodied and battered up you started to limp out the door only to be met with a huge shock of suprise sharp pain.

Wanda had thrown a pair of scissors with her magic full force into your side.

Your mouth fell agape, almost falling to the floor you were able to catch yourself. A hand went up to the wound clutching it. You stumbled out the room and down the hallway.

You didn't even care to knock, opening the door Carol's head whipped up from her desk. When she saw the state of you she came running.

You partically fell into her arms.

"Y/n! " Carol Blurted out as she caught you. "We need to get you to medbay!"

"No" you breathed out shakily, slowly losing to the strong force of darkness that pulled you closer by the second.

You still loved them whole heartedly and didn't want them to get in trouble, even after doing this to you, you still put them first.

Eventually you lost the challenging battle and fell into unconsciousness.

Carol immediately grabbed her first aid kit and got to work knowing the basics form training.

-------------------------------------------------------

Once you were patched up, stable and comfortable in her bed, Carol stormed out her room and in to your ex- lovers room.

As she burst down the door and seeing wanda tending to Natasha head.

She didn't waste any time and started screaming at the two women, who were still quite angry, Natasha stood up and start Aguring with Carol.

After an other screaming battle, Carol threaten them and told them to stay away from you, as if they wanted to talk to you right now. Packing your stuff she retreated back to her room to take care of her love.

She did feel absolutely terrible to make you suffer, she didn't mean for you to get hurt, but at least you were hers now and she was there to sweep up the pieces of your broken heart and mold you into her little prefect, pretty doll.

-------------------------------------------------------

You woke up, Pain engulfing your body soon followed by the rememberance of last night making your heart drop into your chest grief filling it up to the brim but you noticed a comforting warmness next to you, that gave you hope that is was one of your girlfriends and that everything that happened was a way too realistic nightmare. You turned your head over to see Carol.

That snapped you back into reality harshly.

"Carol?" You groaned, her eyes fluttered opened and she let out a small smile.

"Hi sweetie" her tone welcoming.

"I'm really confused, what happened to the pair of Sisscors lodge into my sid? and-"

She cut you off.

"Shhh,It's okay sweethart I patched you up and dealt with your ex's" she said as she brought and hand up to your face wiping the tears away "I will take care of you until you feel better "she pressed a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you, i- I'm so sorry" you wept.

"It's okay, honey I'm sorry too" she apologized. Putting her arm around your waist and shuffled next to you, holding you close and as you sobbed.

"Hey, princess can you please try to explain to me what happened so I can get a better understanding of what happened and so you don't have anything lying on your chest, if you do it now you won't have to do it to ever again, promise."

you caught your breath and started explaining "okay... "

-------------------------------------------------------

After explaining to Carol the situation and venting, she gave you more comfort that you desperately neede right now, however it did deepen her guilt but you were here now and that's all that mattered.

After some more cuddling and kisses on the head she left to make breakfast for the both of you.

Walking down she saw Natasha and Wanda acting all lovey like nothing even happened between the three of you, However Natasha did look a bit dazed out, seeing that made Carol's hatred for the women grow.

After making the food, she brought it up to her room and softly woke you up. Eating with you while watching your favourite tv show in bed.

Wanda and Natasha notice her taking two plates up to her room, assuming you were in there, it made them hate you even more for going to the one person they said not too, but hey you weren't with them anymore. After all they wouldn't want 'a weak bitch like you.'

-------------------------------------------------------

After around month of Carol taking caring of you to started making appearances around the compound explaining to the rest of the team that you were still alive and that you 'were in training and you got hurt badly so Carol took care of you for a while'

Everyone had sus-ed out that you, Wanda and Natasha broke up form the way you actively avoided and ignored each other.

During, the period of recovery you fell into great depression, you were so hurt and mad, they didn't even let you explain you thought daily. You also had the burden of that failed misson on your shoulders. you needed to put that hurt and anger somewhere.

Who Knew that, them two advents would mixed and fuel the person you are now.....

-------------------------------------------------------

"No! " Wanda screamed at natasha, they were Aguring once again, they missed you so badly but also hated you guts for what 'you did to them'. They weren't the same with out you.

When Natasha left the room in a fit of rage, Wanda started losing her mind, well quite literally her it filled with other people's thoughts and serects. The stress for so many agurements with the other red head during the week, caused another power malfunction.

Wanda found out about Carol's big scandal.

She fell to floor clutching her chest after realising what she did to you, she threw them Scissors at you, you she cause you grand pain mentally and physically, she broke the promise, she Let Natasha beat you mercilessly infront of herself, she let you suffer.

She sobbed aggressively on the floor, hours until Natasha came in. She immediately ran to Wanda, pulling her into her lap

"Wands, what wrong?!?!" She was worried. She knew it wasnt about the agurement because she usually wouldnt cry over an agurement of that scale.

"S-she didn't cheat"

"Huh? What yes she did?"

"Carol set her up, she was on an mission, one that she couldn't tell anyone about, Maria and y/n had to play a married couple it was all fake, everything, the misson failed and y/n got hurt, she almost bled out Nat!, she is assigned to revist it soon, we hurt her badly!, she was innocent all along, we didn't even let her explain"

Natasha bursted out crying at Wanda's words.

They held each other in sorrow and despair. They thought you deserve all the pain but you were innocent.

They were going to get there you back.

-------------------------------------------------------

After calming down they quitely got ready for bed, they miss the cuddles you would smother them with and your sweet laugh. Huddled up in bed wanda explain every little detail about the mission and the together they devised a plan to get you back that they would start tomorrow and with a goodnight kiss the lights when off.

-------------------------------------------------------

In the morning Natasha and Wanda woke up determined to make you Theirs again. They woke up a bit more earlier to run into you, since it was one of your tactics to wake up earlier to prevent running into them. Today they would just watch you form a far to see how you are doing.

After getting ready they made there way to down the kitchen where you sat on island, phone in hand, Carol's hoodie on,hood up. You tensed up at sight of them almost throwing up in fear. You quickly grabbed a bottle of water which was your breakfast and quickly moved back to your girlfriend's room. Yes that's right girlfriend you Carol had started dating after she finally confess and you can't lie you caught feels to after wanda and Natasha left you. You thought wearing Carol's hoodie would be bad idea because if you happened to run into the women again you feared it would anger them.

It made they heart drop knowing that Carol currently had you. They hated it but they would get you back no matter what.

-------------------------------------------------------

You went to get ready for training.

Training was more like self- torture that you inflicted on your self. Carol helped easing some of the pain, but there was still so much left, so you decide to throw yourself into work, especially training for the revist, that little girls screamed taunted you and your dreams.

You always train early so you can avoid everyone especially Wanda and Natasha.

You made your way down to the training floor and started a 2 hour long torture session in a private training room. Pushing yourself pass your limits and still didn't stop. Carol finally came in and was able to get you stop, she carried you to her room while whispering sweet nothings into your hairline, placing you down o the bed to rest.

The two red heads watched this scene with you and Carol unfolded. Wanda noticed how you always cover up more then you used to this started to make her to suspect that you were hiding two things...

-------------------------------------------------------

The ex-spy and witch watched you for a week and were mortified by the out come of their actions. You had changed a lot, you didn't get any sleep due to nightmares of the incident, and wanda was right you stopped eating,you were also trying to actively hide your body since to them you were and 'slut and whore' only drinking water they since insulted you about your body, you tried to change your appearance due to them coming at you for that to and you also became very cold hearted to everyone around you but not towards Carol, no, you were angel towards her.

Today was the last day before the revist and you wanted to train like crazy to make sure you were going to succeed this time.

To your despair you woke up late today because of Carol. She thought that you deserve a rest and turned of your alarm after you fell asleep, drained because of a certain thing you and your girlfriend did.

When you woke up, you realized you where behind scheduled and shot out of bed rushing to get ready for the day.

More frustration was added to your pitiful day when you noticed all of your less revealing training outfits were dirty or in the wash. You had to settle for and training bra and shorts. You grimaced looking in the mirror looking, the two big scars on show.

Wiping your tears away, you made your way down to the training rooms.

However to your horror all the private rooms where in use. Upset you trudged down to train with the rest of the team. You walked into the lagre room you haven't been seen in a while, you felt eyes upon you making you more uncomfortable, wanda and Natasha heart both skipped a beat seeing you, a wave of guilt wash over them as they're saw the large scar on your side and the little scars littered now and again on your face.

"Holy, shit it's Y/n! " Sam shouted out, cheers of excitment filled the room.

You gave everyone a deadly glare avoiding the eyes of your ex-girlfriends and moved to the blue punching bags and put a of pair red, soft gloves on and started the extensive day of training.

-------------------------------------------------------

The team were extremely impressed by your stamina, as you punched away for what felt like hours on end, you felt a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

"hey, baby, can you maybe take a break, at least from this?" She whispered in your ear as you continued on, completely ignoring her question.

"Please" she asked, stretching out the e.

"No"

"Pretty please"

"Ugh fine!" You Shouted causing the team to look at you.

You broke free form her arms, quickly taking off the gloves and throwing them onto the floor. You moved over to the fight simulator, it was a big glass box that spawned matter- holograms for you to fight.

You stared at the control panel, looking at your options, easy, medium and hard, most people couldn't even make past medium but you wanted to succeed.

After selecting hard, you stepped in starting mentally preparing. You moved into a defense pose, waiting for the countdown to get to zero.

Zero. A buzzer sounded and the fight begun. -------------------------------------------------------

Around 30 minutes, your grunts started getting heavy causing them to escape the glass box and into the main room.

This drew attraction towards you. The whole team stopped what they were doing and watched in pure amazement as you never stopped, you body litter with bruises and cuts, hands bruised and abused, As you mindlessly kept on flipping, punching, kicking, and defending yourself. You never stoppped moving. pulling tricks they had never seen before or didn't even know was humanely possible, it was you vs a lot and you were wining. Around 5 minutes later, the team started getting worried was there notice the tears in your eyes, you refused to let yourslef stop moving. You were like a zombie that couldn't break free.

You hand been in there for around 2 hours now.

"Some turn this off! " Tony ordered, worried about you. Carol ran over to the control pannel and rapidly typed in the pin, pressing the bright right stop button.

As soon as simulation stopped and the the blue holograms fadded away with a zapping sound you fell on your knees started hysterically crying. Carol tried to come in but you screamed no.

That's when Wanda and Natasha knew they had to help you even if you didnt want them to, they were the only one's who knew how to calm you down during times like this.

As they entered the room you didn't notice them until Natasha scooped up your crying form, you fought and screamed more, realising that it was her, hitting her chest over and over again, trying to get out of her grip. She starting walking out the door and into the hallway towards the elevator. Carol rush after the two women.

"Hey, shes mine! " Carol screamed out still rushing after them.

"No!" Wanda whipped around, blasting Carol with her magic making her soar back and tumble to the ground.

Once Wanda joined Natasha in the elevator you had calmed down a bit slightly snuggling into her chest as she held you bridal style, missing her and her scent.

------------------------------------------------------

When Natasha sat down on the bed you guys used to share. She tighten her grip around around you and as Wanda kneel down infornt of you with putting both hands on your thighs. She began talking.

"Im so sorry Dekta, we're so sorry, we know your innocent, Carol framed you" Your eyes widen, and brows furrowed, Carol did this? "We miss you, please come back to us, well didnt mean to break our promise, I know it well take time for you for to trust us again, but let us work on that as a couple, please Dekta come back to us." She said holding eye contact, pleading with her eyes. You nodded.

"Im Sorry, and also sorry for all the insults too" Natasha added, kissing your forehead.

"I forgive, Sorry too for the insults too" you replied.

"Dont be, we deserve it" Wanda said getting up.

"Will you come back to us dekta? " wanda asked.

"Yes" you uttered out.

Natasha immediately showered your face in kisses, cheering you up.

"I'm delighted hunny" Wanda said as she took you out of Natasha arms and into hers. "let's get you cleaned up".

-------------------------------------------------------

Wanda carried you to the bathroom, and set you done on the counter, Natasha helped you get undress as, Wanda turned on the shower and set aside some of her's and Natasha's clothes for you to wear for when you finish.

Once you were undress, Wanda had return to you and Natasha.

"Do you mind if we join?" Wanda asked with a smile.

"I don't mind" you returned the smile to her.

After Nat and wands got undress they helped you into the shower.

Natasha stood behind you as she washed the grime out of your hair as Wanda lathered up the loofah as softly washed your body. Natasha and wands soon clean up each other, scrubbing off the thin layer of dirt from training.

The ex - spy soon left, soon coming back wrapping you, herself and wands a up in big white, fluffy towels, giving you both a big kiss.

After Nat blowdried your hair and braided it.

Wanda helped you get dressed leaning down and kissing your scar.

"I'm so sorry"

"It's okay" you empathized cupping her face, she leant into your touch, happy to have you back.

Once you were all dressed, you were thrown onto the king size bed, then suffocate by the two redheads. You were devoured by there beefy arms, happy to die this way.

finally you felt safe and happy again, ready for the revist. You could take on the world with your special girls.

-------------------------------------------------------

Nat and Wanda held you as could as they physically could, they watched you as your chest rised and fell over and over again. Happy that you finally were getting a good night's of sleep. They soon fell into slumber too.

They loved you so much, they would get Carol back for making them hurt and break you, they were going to make it painful and torturess, Ruin her and her life but they didn't want their little angel to know about the pure pain that there were going to inflict on this women, especially not when you had had a big day tomorrow...

-------------------------------------------------------

Hiii :) I Hope you enjoyed this, it took like 3 days!!!

Part two here

#wandanat x you #natasha romanoff #nat x reader #natalia romanova #wanda maximoff fluff #natasha #black widow x female reader #angst natasha #natasha romanoff x female reader #dark wanda maximoff #dark natasha romanoff #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda imagine #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda angst #wanda fluff

[natsglorifiedsimp]

Something Changed

A/N: Hello!! New fic for everybody. Angst this time cause I haven't written one in ages!! Hope you enjoy!! This is inspired by the TikTok videos I've been watching that make me bawl my fucking eyes. I forgot the titles but you guys probably know what i mean.

They would say Y/n and Natasha were very close. Everything they do involves banters and evil laughter from just watching a cat falling off a desk. They've even mistaken you guys were dating.

Natasha and Y/n were very close. They sometimes say sentences and thoughts in unison and it is resulted in another laughter that would be heard from a mile away. One wouldn't go without the other.

But all of it changed.

Natasha once shared with you she had a crush. Of course, you begged her to tell you because you were best friends. You begged and even tried to exaggerate your "please" just to make her give in.

And she did.

She told you it was Wanda. Wanda is her current friend in that one class you're not in. And she told you all about the good things about her. And of course, being her friend you teased her about it and supported her with every decision she wanted to make to get Wanda to date her.

After all, you knew she would do the same for you.

But something changed.

"Hey, Nat!" you called upon her. Natasha turned to see who called and with her was Wanda walking hand in hand. You gave her a knowing smirk.

Natasha only rolled her eyes, "What's up?" she asked.

"Do you have plans this afternoon? I was wondering if you could help me with my Maths" you asked showing her your Math notebook.

"Can't" she shrugged. "Have plans with Wanda,"

"Oh, uhm okay" you pondered. "How about tonight?" you asked once again. "I really need to get this done," you pleaded.

"Still can't Y/n, I'm sorry. Maybe Tony can help you" she gave you another knowing smirk to say she and Wanda would be hanging out all night and you gave her a smirk back.

"Yeah, alright! Have fun!" you enunciated the word 'fun' just to tease her. There's always next time you thought.

---

The next day you didn't see Natasha at school and she didn't join you for lunch. So you decided to hang out with Maria's circle of friends for a while just to past the time.

"Hey, your girlfriend not around?" Maria smirked.

You nudged her in the elbow enough just to give her a wince. "First of all, she's not my girlfriend." you booped her nose. "And second of all, I have an eye on someone." you looked her right in the eye. "And lastly, Natasha's dating Wanda so stop spreading those rumors around or you and Natasha will have a fistfight."

"Oh please, I would win anyway" she smugly said.

"Oh, I bet you would," you smirked.

---

It has been one week since you and Natasha talked or even hung out. You have been letting her give her moment with Wanda so they could have the best moments of dating. And as a supportive friend you gave her that.

But right now it was one of those nights again where you can't sleep and anxiety is ridden in your body. You felt nauseous and everything felt so heavy. You didn't want to cry cause you knew you wouldn't stop if you did. So you texted Natasha for a distraction. She always knew what to do.

Y/n

"Hey, Nat?"

"Are you busy?"

Bossy Natalia

"Yeah, I'm at Wanda's"

"What's up?"

Y/n

"Do you mind if we talk just for a minute or two?"

"I could really use a distraction"

Bossy Natalia

"I'm sorry, I'm quite busy Y/n"

"Could it wait tomorrow?"

Y/n

"Uhm, yeah sure"

"Sorry for bothering"

Seen

You were shaking at this point. You were upset and disappointed but it didn't matter. Natasha isn't always available for you, you thought. So instead you cried. You cried your heart out even if your head was aching, your body was tired, and your mind was swirling with thoughts that Natasha doesn't consider you as your friend anymore.

You cried until you fell asleep.

---

The next day, you looked awful. Your eyes were tired and swollen. You didn't have the energy to get up and do your daily routine but you did it anyway. You went to school like nothing happened.

In the first period, Natasha was in her seat already. You perked up in hopes of catching up with her about her girlfriend and your life also. You wanted to know the details, wanted to share to her about an encounter you had with a kid the other day where she randomly flipped you off. Anything really you wanted to share anything that was funny, useless or completely random.

"Hey, Nat!" you waved. She waved back whilst on her phone. "Who you texting?" you asked.

"Wanda."

"You won't believe what happened the other day," you said, smiling at the memory.

"Uh yeah, hang on a second," she said, texting really fast and smiling at her phone.

You frowned, "Nevermind," you awkwardky chuckled. "It's not important."

---

Everything changed since she dated Wanda. It's like you never existed. The things you guys used to do are now what Natasha and Wanda do. You tried reaching out to her, saying hi when you had the opportunity, asking her to hang out with you or have a couple of chats between friends but nothing. It's either she was busy or with Wanda.

It hurt.

But you paid no mind to it. You let her be. Because you're supportive. Even if it was your lowest you didn't bother to ask her or to rant to her about what you're feeling. You stopped sharing your problems, your meaningless rants. Because you knew Wanda was probably doing that already.

You felt like your role as her best friend had stopped. It expired.

And what hurt more was that she promised. You both promised. You promised each other that even when you guys were already dating you wouldn't forget about each other. That it was "Bros before hoes"

So you stopped. You stopped trying. You stopped communicating with her. And just let her be.

Your parents are planning to move to Los Angeles and their planning to get you to transfer to a new school there. New people, new environment. You would've argued with them about it but what's the point? You don't have anything to lose here in New York.

Natasha is happy now and that's all you needed.

---

Bossy Natalia

"Y/n!!"

"Why didn't you tell me you were moving?"

"Hello???"

"Y/n?"

Part 2

#natasha marvel #natasha romonova #black widow #natasha romanov #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natahsa romanoff #natasha alianovna romanova #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x y/n #black widow x female reader #black widow x reader #black widow x you

[scar-lie]

My Wife [Natasha]

I DO COMMISSION JUST DM ME FOR THE INFO

Summary : Y/N the adoptive daughter of Clint Barton got rejected multiple time by the Black Widow, the best friend of his dad

 Pairing :  Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Cursing, depression

Word count : 5059

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

"Here she is....AAAAHHHHH HERE'S MY WIFE." You beam while jumping up and down a little bit once you get up from the couch, pointing to Natasha, who just entered the living room from her room.

A series of laughs, especially from your father, Clint, who is happy to see you with this enthusiasm just by Natasha walking into the same room as you are, already gives you so much joy that it hurts to think to himself

"Arghh........please Y/N, I'm not your wife," Natasha groaned, going to the kitchen that's attached to the living room and getting a glass of white wine.

Pfff, yes, you are, even though I haven't put the ring on those beautiful, slender fingers of yours. You're my wife already........I know it," you said with a giggle, then ran to her.

"Stop, please, Y/N, I'm not your wife nor your girlfriend; for god's sake, I'm way older than you." You just ignored her sentence and hugged her from behind. Since she's taller than you, you cuddled your face on her back.

"Y/N," she sighs, taking your arms around her and pushing you gently.

"Come on, don't make your wife sad and pouty." You pout and give her puppy eyes, but she just rolls her eyes. She's already annoyed and already at her limit, but she just controls herself so she doesn't snap at you.

Natasha is already pissed and stressed by the paperwork. Fury gave it to her yesterday, and she still has one pile of it that needs to be done by tomorrow. This makes her beyond pissed, so your teasing and calling her wife makes her irritated, and the teasing by the team didn't help.

"Come on, Nat, don't make your little missy sad and pouty. Tony teases with a smirk and wiggles his eyebrows when Natasha's eyes and Tony's meet while you look over your shoulder and wink at them. That makes me giggle more.

"Nat, don't make my daughter, or should I say your wife, sad and pouty; you're going to regret it," Clint, your father, teases while drinking beer, and Natasha looks at him in disbelief.

'Seriously, you're pairing your daughter with me, your best friend, who's 15 years older than her?! ' Natasha asked herself and huffed.

Seriously, Clint, that's your daughter for god's sake," Natasha said in disbelief, and the team laughed while you just smiled at her innocently, hands held together in front of you, swayed your top body from right to left, and looked up at her eyes, and she scoffed.

"Argh....I don't have time for your bullshit," she spat, and she just left with her PB&J and her white wine, going back to her room.

"Another time," you whisper to yourself, a little hurt, then go back to joking with the team.

—

You're brushing your hair in front of your mirror on the vanity table while drying it. The only thing that's covering your naked body is your undergarment underneat the towel wrapped around your chest down to your mid-thighs when there's a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You shout with one closed eye, drying your front upper hair. That's when you saw Natasha enter your room in her black sexy dress, revealing her upper boobs and hugging her figures.

This makes you smile widely. Seeing your wife—well, not technically, but for you, she's your wife—wearing this beautiful dress and coming to your room here in the compound makes you flutter, so I put down the hair dryer, then turn around my chair, flashing her my wide smile.

"Arghh......will you cut that fucking grin of yours? You look creepy," she spat, but you ignored it and stood up, still smiling.

"Did you dress for me? Awww, you should inform me that we're going on a date." You fake pout, then run to her and hug her.

"Argh, get off of me, and no, I'm not going out with you; I'm here because I have something to tell you." Then she pushes you away, then crosses her arms across her chest, which makes her boobs get bigger, so I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows.

"Aww are you going to confess to me? That's sweet, but no need; I told you you were my wife, so it's—" she quickly cut me off with a harsh tone.

"No, and I'm here to tell you to stop calling me your wife; I am not, and stop going around and telling people that you're my wife because that's a lie," she said with gritted teeth and piercing angry eyes, looking at your soul.`

"I'm. Not. Your. Wife...............I don't fucking like you, your just a young woman who seeks attention to everybody, you're ruining everything, even my date, you little shit, just accept the fact that I'm not into you, you little attention seeker, she spat, the anger of her now spilling out, and this makes you shrink.

"You're out of my league; for God's sake, I don't need nor want a burden like you in my life, so fucking stop, you people's pleaser, bullshit!" she screams and gets out of your room, slamming the door shut on the way.

You just stand there, looking at the wall in front of you where she was previously standing, and a single tear falls down, followed by another tear. You're breathing heavily, and the towel around you makes you feel like it's trapping you tightly.

So you take it off, throw it away somewhere in your room, and start to claw your throat down your chest, crumble down on the floor, and crawl backwards until your bare back gets contact with your bed.

"Air... air...I-I....ne-need air," you rasp out, breathing heavily. Your neck and chest already have an angry red line, and you keep kicking the floor and squirming in your seat.

"Air......" Tears stream down your face as you try to get as much air as you can, but then there's another knock on your door.

"Y/N/N? Honey, are you alright? I heard some noises." Your Dad knocks, waiting for your response, but that didn't come; instead, a series of noises like someone keeping banging the wall or floor

"Honey?" Clint grows worried, so he quickly opens the door and finds you on the floor, gasping for air.

"Honey, oh god, breathe, baby, breathe," he said, taking you in his arms, holding you tightly, and putting your head on his chest.

"Listen to my heart and follow my breathing, baby," and Clint takes deep breaths while rubbing your back until your breathing is back to normal. Because of what happened, your body gives up, and you fall asleep in your father's embrace.

—

After what happened, you still call Natasha your wife, and this makes Natasha pissed off every time; even seeing your face already pissed her off. Of course, your father, Clint, didn't know what happened that night; all he knew was that you had a panic attack.

You don't want to cause any trouble between your Dad and his best friend, slash your ultimate crush—no, you've fallen for them—so you just make excuses and lie about the panic attack almost every night so you wouldn't cause any chaos on the team.

"Are you ready?" your father asked you when you came into the living room, bags in your hands.

"Yeah, I think all of my things are packed." You give him a sweet smile, so he nods.

"Ok, let's go; we're heading out now, guys. Bye." You two said your goodbyes to the team and waved at them. You turned around to go to the Quinjet but stopped when one voice bid them farewell.

"See you next week." You both looked back and saw Natasha just entering the living room.

"Yeah, see you next week, my wife." You wiggle your eyebrows again, and she instantly rolls her eyes, already pissed.

"Just get out of my hair for god's sake," she mumbled to herself, which no one heard, but you read her lips, so you just smiled at her.

"Don't miss me too much, ok? I'll just be gone for a week. Now be careful, my wife." You bid your good-bye with your father to Natasha and go to the quinjet, going home to your family that you missed.

—

A week and days go by, but Clint still hasn't come back to the compound with you, but the team understands when Clint informs them that he or you two can't come back just yet.

Well, you're not really a part of the Avengers (Your father didn’t let you just yet), but you grew up with them since Clint adopted you when they saw you—a 14-year-old girl trapped in a cell of a Hydra facility—so they took care of you, and Clint and Laura adopted you.

"Clint?" The two married couples look at the doorway when they hear a knock on the door followed by Natasha's voice.

"Nat? What are you doing here?" Clint asked once he opened the door, stepping aside to let Natasha get inside his house.

But Natasha quickly frowned, and then she got greeted with pure silence; not even Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel greeted her, especially you, who show enthusiasm when you see her, but no, it's a complete silence, like only Clint or Laura are the only people in the house.

"Nat," Laura greeted her with a hug, and she returned it.

"What are you doing here? Not that I don't want you here," Clint said, and they sat on the couch while Laura made coffee.

"I'm worried; it's nearly two weeks and you and Y/N still haven't stepped foot in the compound." Clint looked back over his shoulder at his wife, and they exchanged looks.

"What? What is it?" Natasha quickly asked, knowing that something was definitely wrong.

"Clint." Laura nods at Clint as her husband sighs.

"It's Y/N." Then he stands up.

"Follow me." Natwsha quickly stood up, and she followed her best friend with her heart pumping.

"I don't know how you will react, but hold yourself together," Clint said, and with that, they opened your bedroom door, and there you are, laying in your bed, back facing them.

"What about her?" Natasha asked, seeing that there's nothing wrong but you're just lying down in your bed.

Clint nods at Nat towards you, so she walks around your bed just to find you, looking at the wall blankly, eye bags under your eyes; you're smaller, and now you're skinny as she last saw you, and you didn't hold a single emotion; it's all blank.

She gasps at it and steps her foot back, shocked at what she saw—the once-held beauty of a beautiful smile and the spark in your eyes every time she sees you are long gone.

This isn't what she expects when she steps foot on the farm. The first time she steps foot on the Barton's resident, she feels something isn't right.

Because every time she would pay a visit, even if she was far away, you could sense it and quickly run to her and greet her with a warm hug.

She should know better to know something is definitely wrong from the first time she feels something's not right, which was a week ago, two days after that night.

"Hey...Y/N?" Natasha whispers, slowly walking towards you and crouching down to your level.

Natasha bites her lower lips when she doesn't get any reaction or a single move out of you; you're just there, laying down, looking into nothing.

"Y/N/N... he-hey...please look at me," Natasha whispered, softly touching your arm, but still nothing. She bit her lips harder and looked at Clint, and the couple just shook their heads.

"Clint, tell me, Natasha begged, walking towards them, so Clint pulled her out of the room and closed the door.

"I don't know Nat, I-" Clint sighs, closing his eyes. It breaks him to see his daughter like this.

"It's just one day she's like that," Laura continued, eyes full of worry and sadness.

"When we got home, she was so jolly, and then after two days, she's just like that. I should have known that something was wrong the first time I noticed she was so jolly." Clint holds his wife's hand tightly, and Laura squeezes it back.

"What? What do you mean, Clint?" Natasha grows so anxious that she starts to rub her hand on her jeans.

"She has depression, Nat; she always has." Natasha gasps at hearing the new information and looks back at your closed door.

"It's my fault," she whispered to herself, tears running down her cheeks.

"I want to stay.......here?" She looked at the couple and wiped her tears.

"Until Y/N is better.....please" She clenches her hand with her nail digging into her palm, and the couple sigh, nodding.

—

Since the day Natasha knew about you, she has stayed by your side and refused to leave you. She will tell you how beautiful the weather is or how beautiful the night sky is. She will also tell you stories and read books while she lies beside you, but mostly she's hugging you tightly. When the night comes, once your eyes are closed, her tears run down, wetting your pillow, and she quietly sobs while hugging you tightly, telling you how sorry she was.

"Y/N/N, I have some of your favorite Y/F/S," Natasha beams, entering your room, and she sees you there, sitting up on your bed, which makes her stop.

Y/N-," she quickly runs to you, puts the snacks on your bedside table, and helps you up because she knows you always lose balance.

"Going to the bathroom?" You just shook your head and pointed to the window.

Out," you whisper in horse, and this surprises Natasha, because after weeks of trying to make you say a single word or a letter, you finally spoke, but she quickly gets out of her trace and nods happily.

Ok." With that, she helped you go out and sit in the rocking chair.

"Wh-what do you want to do?" Natasha asked carefully, looking at your side profile.

You didn't answer back; instead, you just looked at the dogs playing in the field—the three dogs you love, and one of them is the one you saved from the explosion.

"Ok, I'll just get us snacks and drinks." With that, Natasha left with a little smile on her face.

You've been improving for over 3 weeks; you've improved a lot more than the first time she saw you; you've been eating at least 2 times a day, even if it's just a few spoonfuls of food; you've been starting to acknowledge your surroundings, answering them with a nod or shook of your head; your pale skin is now gaining color; and now, you want to get up and go out to look outside, which is a kind of big step in your stage.

"Ok, here are the snacks," Natasha said, resting the snacks and drinks on the table. You look at her and nod.

Thanks," she smiled, nodding at you.

"You're welcome" and means that you start to eat the snacks little by little.

"Ca-can..." you whisper and grab a drink. Natasha waits until you take a sip of water.

"Can...you tell me a story?" She smiles and nods, happy that you're finding some comfort in her stories.

"Of course." With that, she starts another story of her life before they meet you and rescue you.

In some point you're loving the stories she's telling you, specially when she tell you the stories of her sister Yelena in the Red Room, you even request it to her to tell you stories with Yelena in Red Room, you don't know but knowing someone suffer the same pain and having a similar backstories/past is bringing you comfort, that your not the only one who go through it all

But for Natasha, she doesn't want to share it; she still struggles to open up about her past. It's hard for her, but seeing you wanting to know it and the feeling of getting it out without judgment feels too good, so she learns to open up to you and let herself be vulnerable.

Slowly, you're getting better, and sometimes you're smiling too. You're joining them at the dining table and listening to their jokes. You even join them on movie nights. Either your siblings will cuddle you or Natasha.

"Dinner's ready!" Laura shouts, smiling that her eldest daughter is starting to go back to them again.

Hey, dinner's ready; do you want to eat now or later?"Natasha asked, looking at your side profile while you looked up at the calm night sky with various stars and your eyes sparkling while watching.

"Let's go." You look at her and nod, so you two go to the dining table and see everybody already sitting there, waiting for you two.

"Sissy, look, it’s your favorite," Lila said with a smile and pointed to the dish, so you smiled at her.

"Yeah, it is, thanks mom," you smile at Laura, and she stops herself to shed a tear and nod at you.

"You're welcome, my sweetheart." With that, you all pray and start eating while joking around.

D-dad," you giggle for the first time, and all of them look at you with shock and a smile on their faces.

"Yo-you..." you smile and point to his chest.

"You have crust on your chest," you say, and he looks down and gasps dramatically.

"Oh, silly me, hahaha.......I'm such a clumsy person," he mocks one of those girls in the movie who acted in such a precious move, and this makes you giggle more.

"My wife's giggling." Natasha can't help but miss how enthusiastic you are around her, especially when you call her your wife. She misses it, and deep down in her, she likes it—no, she loves it; she just doesn't want to admit it.

But this causes your smile to drop, and you look down on your food and take a small bite. With this, they all look at you, and Natasha grows worried, already regretting what she said.

"I'm not your wife," you coldly reply, and Natasha's heart clenches, so she just nods and tries not to show how hurt she is.

Now she knows how it feels to be rejected, and now she knows that this feeling is always lingering on her every day, hour, or minute, and it hurts her like hell.

"Oh...so-sorry-" she said, getting cut off when you stood up to leave.

"Wait, where are you going, honey?" Clint asked, standing up and going around the table.

"Up to my room." You refuse the help of your father and go up to your room by yourself.

This makes Natasha shrink in her seat, look down on her food, and clench her hand that's holding the utensil.

I-I. I'm sorry, Clint.....I-I fucked up again," Natasha whispered, and she quickly stood up to leave before anyone in the family could say a word.

"Nat wait—" Clint got stopped by his wife.

"Let her be for now, Clint; she needs space." Clint looks at his wife, worried. They both know how guilty Natasha is of what she had done before, and Natasha thinks she deserves to be blamed even though the couple didn't blame her.

She just needs something to hold on to to blame, and that's what she chooses; that's her way to cope up and fight for you, and the thought that she fucked up again didn't sit well on her mind; it keeps messing with her head.

Now, you're sitting in your chair, looking out the window, while Natasha takes a ride on her big bike, going as far away from you as she can. She just can't stand to be near you right now, so while she's driving, she keeps wiping her tears until she's out of town and parks at the nearby gas station.

She looks at the empty street and the night sky. She sighs before going inside the store and buying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and gum.

"Why do you have to be stupid and ruin the best things in your life, Natalia? she hissed to herself once she got out of the store.

going far enough in the gas station with her bike and lighting her cigarette, looking up at the night sky, who shine with the stars

"It is really beautiful," she whispers to herself, only appreciating the night sky now. At first, she doesn't get why people, or specifically you, love looking up at the night sky. Even in the compound, she always finds you at night on the rooftop, laying down with the blanket on the floor and looking up, or at the edge of the building, feet swinging back and forth while looking up.

Now she knows why the silence, the calmness, and the beauty of the night help you and calm you down in times like this and especially make you realize some things you are constantly denying and what you've done and make your mind clear.

After a few sticks of cigarette while looking at the night sky, she starts to feel a raindrop starting to fall down and a thunder sound can be heard in the place, so she quickly steps on the cigarette.

She hops on her bike to go back to Barton's house before the rain gets worse, or at least she wishes, but she's so wrong because she's just driving back for over 5 minutes when the heavy raindrops start to fall down, soaking her wet.

Once she got back, she was drenched from head to toe inside her boots, and it was cold as hell, so she quickly got inside, taking her boots and jacket off.

"Nat?" Natasha stops and looks forward to seeing Clint, Laura, and you sitting on the couch.

"So-sorry about the floor," She whispers, and Laura gives her a towel.

"That's ok, go and dry yourself." She nodded and went upstairs to take a quick warm shower and change into her pajamas. Once she got out of her room, Clint was waiting for her with a crossed arm. At this point, she understands if he wants her to go back to the compound tomorrow morning.

"Clint look," she started, but he cut her off.

"I trust you, Nat; I trust you with Y/N's life; I don't know what I'm going to do; I can't read her; and she refuses every help we offer her; she just wants to be on the couch." Clint looks up at her with pleading eyes.

"Please....try Nat," he said, Nat looking at him hesitantly.

"It's not your fault, Nat; trust me when I say It's not your fault." She shook her head, not believing him.

"You're her light in her dark mind; you're keeping her alive. She saw something in you that saved her. You saved her so many times in any way you could possibly save her." She looked into his eyes with teary eyes.

"I want my Y/N back, the jolly one. But you're the only one who can bring her back. Please, Nat '' Nat plays with her tongue on her right inner cheek while nodding.

"I'll try..." With that, she composes herself and goes down where you are, passing Laura on the way.

"Hey...Y/N/N?" she asked softly, like the first time you look over your shoulder for a second and go back looking at the movie playing in front of you with the lowest volume, so she sat beside you.

"Can you tell me your story again, the one with Yelena?" you asked, still looking at the TV.

"Yeah, ok." Natasha sighs and starts to tell you her story of how the Red Room is programmed and how she needs to fight for her and Yelena.

"What happened to Yelena?" Natasha can't find a word, not a single one; she just shuts her mouth. She doesn't know how to answer your question.

Even though she and her sister are reunited and in a good relationship, she just can't accept the fact that she escaped the Red Room without her, so she just leaves Yelena alone.

"I-she..." she said, looking down on her hand.

"Did you leave with her?" She could feel your gaze on her, so she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"No," Natasha looked up to you, but you shook your head, going back to watch the movie. Natasha thought it was her cue to leave you alone, so she stood up and turned around to leave.

"I am her," you said while still watching, and Natasha looked back at you with a frown.

"What?" She waited for you to talk again, now facing you.

"I am Yelena," you whisper, fidgeting your hand, so Natasha sat beside you again, looking closely at your side profile.

"I was left behind too..............by my older sister," Natasha gasped, biting her lips.

"She left me behind the four walls of the cell in Hydra...............she just used me to get her way out there." You look at Natasha for a second and go back to the movie. Natasha is shocked to learn this story.

No one on the team, even your parents, knows this; all they know is that you're the only one left alive from the Hydra experiments; they didn't know that you have a sister.

"Wh-what happened to her?" Natasha wants to hold you, but she doesn't know if you want that.

"I don't know, but one day when I'm in training, they just throw her dead body in front of me, telling me that I will end up the same as my sister if I try to escape." You stand up and go outside on the porch, so Natasha follows you behind.

"I don't know what I should feel.........I'm-......I'm not allowed to feel anything." You start to go down the stairs of the porch.

"Y/N, wait, no, you're going to get yourself soaked." Natasha tries to get you back to the porch, but you're already down on the grass, where your body is starting to get soaked.

"I didn't know that I was bottling it up..........I don't know what feelings or emotions are." Natasha doesn't have any choice, so she follows you.

"Until I meet you and the team..........you all show me what emotion is." You stop in the middle of the field, 30 feet away from your house, and the fact that you're starting to shiver makes Natasha notice it, so she grows worried.

Y/N, you're going to get sick; please let's get back." She stands beside you. You smile, looking up and letting the raindrop fall on your face.

"And I hate it............" You look at her with teary eyes and a smile.

"At first, because that's where I start to feel the grief, betrayal, guilt, sadness, loneliness, depression, and how much of a monster I am—" your tears start to roll down your eyes, but even if they're running down your checks with the raindrop, Natasha knew you're crying.

"Y/N" Natasha is going to hug you, but she stops when you talk again.

"But I am grateful and happy because... over my entire life, I finally know and feel what happiness is and what love means." That's when Natasha hugs you, rubbing your back.

"But it's too much......I don't want to feel it anymore. It hurts." You sob on her shoulder.

Natasha's own tears roll down her cheeks while she shushing you, holding you, and comforting you while you sob, letting go of every emotion you bottled up.

"Let it all out, baby. Let it all out. I'm here. I'm not going to leave. Just let it all out." Natasha whispers in your ear while you hold on to her shirt tightly like your life depends on it.

"I hate it." Your sob subsides a little, and you tuck your head on her neck, already tired, and keep whispering, 'I hate it.

"I know...shhh, I know. I know, love. I know," she whispers, running her hand over your hair.

"Help me," you whisper, looking up at her eyes, so when she meets your eyes, she smiles and nods, happy that you're opening yourself to her and letting her in.

"I will.....I will be by your side every step of the way. Ok, cause I love you so much. I'm not going to leave you, ok?" your lips starting to quiver while looking up at her eyes.

"You love me?" A spark in your eyes didn't go unnoticed by Natasha, and she smiled, nodding.

"Of course, I'm your wife, and I'm going to put a ring on those gorgeous fingers someday." Natasha kissed your forehead, and she saw Clint running in your direction with two towels and one umbrella.

"Now let's go inside; you're shivering. You're going to get cold." You again buried your face on her chest while shaking your head, making her chuckle.

"But I like the rain," and that's when Clint quickly put the umbrella under your heads.

"Oh my god.......I thought something happened to the both of you!" Clint exclaimed, putting the umbrella he's using between his shoulders and checking while wrapping the towel around the both of you.

Dad," and you hug him, so he hugs you back tightly; it's been a while since he's been able to hug you.

"Let's go home now, sweetheart." With that, Clint wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you and Natasha back to the house.

—

Since then Natasha always with you, she still read you book, tell you stories and help you every ups and downs on your life, she even take you for a ride every now and then, going into different places where she knows you will love and she even give you flowers even if she just steal some on the garden of your parents or someone else

With the help of your now-lover and your family, the team is constantly visiting you, and you've healed from a big rough patch.

Hey, you leave me for a sec there? "You snapped out of your thoughts, looking at your girlfriend for over 6 months now, who's been lying beside you in your sahred bed, in your shared bedroom; it's actually Natasha's bedroom, but she insists that you should move in, so every time you're in the compound, your room is Natasha's.

"Sorry" you whisper with a shy smile.

"That's ok, my love." She smiled, then started to tickle you.

"It's a tickle monster," she said, and she started to tickle your stomach, which made you squeal and try to get out of her grip.

"St-stop Natty... please," you laugh out loud, pushing her hand away.

"What? I can't hear you!"You scream when her fingers start to tickle your most ticklish spot, which is your armpit.

"NAAATTYYYY!" You scream, and she suddenly stops looking down at you, and you pant heavily.

"You ok?" she asked, taking a deep breath to get some needed air.

"Yeah," you look up and giggle, then her dementor changes; she looks like she is thinking deeply while examining your face structure.

"Nat?" you whisper, putting your hand on her right check. She sighs and leans on your hand.

"You look like an angel, my darling, and I really love you so much," she whispered, kissing your palm and laying down beside you, pulling you in so now your back is facing her, cuddling, her being the big spoon and you're the small spoon.

"And I really love you too, my big bear," You whisper, hugging her arm that's wrapped around your waist.

#natasha #natasha romanoff #Natasha Romanova #natasha marvel #natasha alianovna romanova #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female #clint barton #Avengers #Avenger #avangers #mcu marvel avengers #marvel black widow #marvel

[ravenromanova]

Natasha Romanoff masterlist

Hi lovebugs!! I’ve decided to split up my masterlist and give each character their own so it’s easier for y’all!!! All the Ship x reader will be on my main masterlist though! As usual i will label them all with their content so you can choose easier! Enjoy! :)

Key: ❤️‍🔥= Smut ❤️‍🩹= Angst 🤍= Fluff 🖤= Alternate universe

None yet

On the run (❤️‍🔥🤍❤️‍🩹🖤)

Kitten (❤️‍🔥🤍)

Just one night (❤️‍🔥🤍❤️‍🩹)

Kinktober 2023:

Nowhere to run (Vampire Natasha)

I’ll be a good girl, i swear it (Priest Natasha)

My little girl (Step mom Natasha)

Kinkmas 2023:

Birthday girl (Nats birthday celebration)

banners made by @cafekitsune

#ravenromanova #natasha romanoff #marvel x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff masterlist #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natalia romanova #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff angst

[spiderfunkz]

✦ LAST NIGHT, I DREAMT.

— summary : you couldn't let go of what you had, and so couldn't your dreams.

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : angst!! no happy ending, major character death, sleeping as a way to escape, mentions of medication & hallucinating, grief, natasha was reader's gf, andd lmk if i missed any.

a/n : inspired by warsh_tippy and zelda by whatever, dad. also this is so rushed sorry.

grieving isn't easy.

especially when you're all alone.

you listened to the whispers of the wind, head resting near the window of your bed, staring into the endless-foggy view of the forest outside.

you yawn. it's only 5 pm.

but every hour feels the same. no hour is special anymore. no more waiting at 9 pm, no more bell ringing at 10 pm, no more movie nights at 12 am, no more falling asleep together at 2 am, and no more love letters left at 6 am.

you blink, trying to stay awake, but the thought of sleeping through the day never felt greater.

but that's all you've been doing. sleeping. waking up still tired. existing for a few hours. then sleeping again.

it's starting to become a loop everyday.

your thoughts ramble on and on in a circle continuously before falling asleep.

the silence was deafening.

you woke up with a slight headache. you just fell asleep. why are you up again?

you look around for your watch, it was on the windowsill, you left it there before falling asleep.

you shrug it off.

maybe you were hallucinating.

you walk to your cold kitchen, passing the laundry room and pantry. but maybe it was the hallucinating part that made you hear a thud coming from that direction.

you pause. noises were coming from either one of the rooms. maybe it's mice in the pantry. but that's very unlikely.

tip-toeing your way to the pantry, you open it. getting a clear view of the empty shelves and open box of cereal.

huh.

maybe you were hallucinating.

you sigh, slamming the pantry door in frustration. you should probably take the medication you were recommended.

"y/n, detka? is that you?"

your heart dropped.

you froze. blood running cold. hands clammy.

it was her voice.

you approached the door slowly, the door was slightly open. you could see a figure folding clothes. and then a glimpse of red hair.

you gasp, jump a little even.

you opened the door. mouth open, shocked.

she was alive. she looked alive. she's moving. she's smiling. she's folding clothes. she's no longer the dead body you mourned over.

"nat?" your voice was shaky.

she looked up, your eyes met hers.

you couldn't believe it. you had so many questions. she was right in front of you.

you shook your head. closing your eyes. tears were overflowing.

"hey, hey, you okay?" natasha cups your face. your eyes flutter, she's touching you.

"nat?" you sob.

"yes? why are you crying?" she asks. your mind went blank, you felt like you couldn't speak or breathe. "don't cry, hey don't cry. i'm right here."

those three words made you cry even more.

you hug her close, you hugged her so tightly. you were sobbing into her shoulder, tears were running down your eyes like waterfalls.

"nat. why." were the only words you said. you could feel her hug you tightly. "i'm here." she replies.

everything doesn't make sense anymore. but you don't care. natasha is back. she's hugging you, kissing your forehead. you're crying, sobbing, everywhere.

"don't cry, baby. i'm here." she wipes your tears.

"are you really?" your vision was getting blurry. not from tears. "nat?" you call out, your vision is getting worse. you couldn't make out natasha's face.

"nat!"

you jolt awake. hair all sweaty. dry tears were covering your cheeks.

you look around.

it's silent. and it was deafening.

"nat!" you jump from your bed. running out of your room to the laundry room. "nat?"

it was empty.

it wasn't real.

she wasn't there.

what did you ever do to deserve that? for your brain to come up with the most painful dream? the most painful, realistic dream?

it felt real.

you thought it was real.

but it never happened.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader angst #natasha x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff blurbs #natasha romanoff blurb #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff marvel #natalia romanova #marvel imagine #marvel angst #marvel imagines #marvel #black widow #black widow angst #black widow x reader #black widow x y/n #black widow x you